“Do you see it ? The beautiful round white ball up there ?” asked Shaila pointing towards the sky.
“Yes mommy , it’s beautiful , why is it so far away from us , i wish i would go up there someday.”
“You will Son , it’s called the Moon , my mother used to tell me that there’s an angel there watching over us when darkness engulfs and to guide us when we lose our hopes.”
” I wish i knew Grandma , mom would you please describe it beautifully?”
“Well i can try , Silver laden ball , blurry grey eyes watching over us all , up the sky to hopes so high , giving light like a lantern fly.”