Luke flicked the switch, filling the night sky with fairy lights. His hands were raw, his shoulders aching, yet days spent crisscrossing the road had been worth it. Their neighbors had been supportive, yet he assumed they thought he had gone insane.
The door opened, his wife carrying out their daughter Nikki. She looked so frail, the life that had once made her so vibrant, so unique, slowly disappearing. Like sand in an hourglass.
Wiping away a tear, Luke brushed hair from Nikki’s eyes, whispering in her ear to wake up.
For tonight the stars were shining just for her.