The Magic

The stars danced and twinkled in the dark blue sky, the sight of it would grow brighter with each minute. "You look a lot like her sometimes," the father commented - he looked at his daughter in admiration.

"You really think so?"

"Most definitely." The magical light reflected on the jet-black buttons on the father's shirt. "Nights like this remind me of her more and more every time."

"You miss her don't you?"

"Yeah," a gentle tear began to travel down his pale cheek.

"She's watching us. I can feel her, there in the vast majesty of space. Like a celestial angel."

"It's good to remember her."

"It is dad, she'll be with us forever."