She gazed at the star every night, wishing, but this evening was different. She was desperate, all pleas for help were exhausted, this being her last hope.
Mary’s mother was dying. Mary had prayed but it seemed whatever she did would not help her mother.
The doctor visited every day, but there was no cure to save her. This night Mary was on her knees by the window, praying to the star. Suddenly it started sparkling much brighter than before. Mary rushed to her mother, finding she passed away a moment before.
Now “Mary’s mother’s star” never stops glowing.
The Bag Lady 
You captured that moment of hope for life not to slip away and yet new life upon a star shines brightly. Nice flash!
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So beautiful and touching. Our loved ones never really go away, they keep shining bright in our hearts. Happy new year.
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A lovely story. I have heard bereveaved saying their loved one is on a particular star particularly when explaining death to a child. Now I understand it.
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