The Magic of the Night Sky
“And when the sun sets,” Laura whispered, her voice filled with wonder, “the sky becomes a canvas of stars. We’ll lay on the beach, listen to the waves, and count shooting stars. Maybe even make a wish or two.” Jenny’s eyes sparkled, reflecting the stars in her mother’s tales. “I’ll wish for more days like this,” she murmured, snuggling closer to Laura, feeling safe and loved.