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| Leonid meteor storm illustration November 12-13, 1833 Public domain |
The sky clear, the stars were shining. Even though the moon was not present, there was a glow. The curtains opened, the window glass squares could be seen smoothly drawn on the floor. There were not many lights to illuminate the streets of the city like today, we relied on natural lighting.
- Will the little star come tonight? – The two small children asked their older sister about the famous visitor, whenever their sister was supposed to babysit them while their parents were away.
- You know, both of you, she only comes if you're already in bed and we can't turn on the light.
The little girl and her younger brother awaited eagerly the arrival of the little star. They were in a hurry to go to bed. The older sister turned off the light in their bedroom and told them that she was going to call the star through the window of the adjoining room.
- Good evening, beautiful little star, can you come? – She spoke a little louder, so that the star could hear her.
- Yes, I'm coming!
The little star entered the children's room, she spoke kindly, in a soft, high-pitched voice. Her appearance was unclear in the dark, she looked like a white cloud. It was a bit nebulous.
My younger brother was still very small; I remember him being very attentive, standing up in his crib, with his little hands firmly clinging to the safety barrier, his big eyes wide open. He seemed delighted!
We believed in this story, but on the verge of doubt. I remember I had followed her, to make sure I would find my sister in the next room. It intrigued me why the two never showed up together. It was always one or the other. But the star was faster than me. And I had been warned that if I got out of bed again during the noble visitation, the star would never return.
Our little star gave us good advice and left as quickly as she arrived. Then my sister came back to our room and we both asked her to call the little star again.
But it was time to sing. My sister played the guitar and sang beautiful songs to put my brother to sleep. And I took advantage of these good moments.
The years passed, our sister was truly a shining star in everything she did. One day, she left for good. But the sweet memories and the beautiful things she taught us have remained in our hearts.
Goodbye, "estrelinha"!
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