Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Rita 👧.
Rita loved the stars more than anything in the whole world 🌌✨.
Every night, when the house grew quiet and her sisters closed their eyes 😴, Rita stayed awake a little longer. She sat by the window and looked up at the sky 🌙.
The stars sparkled like pearls on a giant black cloak 💫.
Rita whispered her secrets to them:
— “Good evening, my little stars 🌟. I know you’re listening to me.”
And sometimes, she felt that a few stars twinkled brighter… as if they were answering her ✨.
One morning, as the sun rose gently 🌅, Rita rubbed her eyes and went to look in the mirror, just like every day.
But that morning changed her life forever 💖.
On her cheek shone a tiny golden star ✨⭐.
It glowed softly, like a living light. Rita touched it with her little finger, but it stayed there, warm and gentle — as if it was part of her.
Her heart beat fast 💓. She ran to the kitchen, where her mommy was making breakfast 🥞.
— “Mommy, mommy! Look! A star came down last night and sat on my cheek!”
Her mother paused, smiled tenderly, and stroked her cheek 🌸.
— “Oh my darling, you must have had a beautiful dream…”
But Rita frowned 🙈. No, it wasn’t a dream! She was sure of it.
That night, something magical happened 🌙✨.
As Rita closed her eyes, her body grew light, like a feather 🪶. When she opened them again, she was no longer in her bed — she was in the sky! 🌌
All around her, stars were dancing in glowing circles 💫.
Some flew close to greet her, others traced golden paths in the air.
A great blue star ⭐💙 approached and whispered:
— “You always believed in us, Rita. That’s why we gave you a piece of our light.”
Rita touched her cheek — the star was shining brighter than ever 🌟.
She spent the night laughing, running through a garden of stars 🌸✨, jumping from one light to another like fluffy clouds ☁️. Never had she felt so happy 💖.
At dawn, she opened her eyes… and found herself back in her bed 🛏️.
But the star was still there on her cheek, faithful and glowing 🌟.
Every morning, when she looked in the mirror, the golden sparkle reminded her:
— “We are always with you.” 💫
And every night, before falling asleep, she looked at the sky and whispered:
— “Thank you, my stars. Now I know you truly listen to me.” 🌙💖
Her sisters sometimes laughed at her 🤭, but Rita was no longer sad. She had a treasure, a precious secret that no one could ever take away ✨.
Because now, she wasn’t just a little girl who loved the stars…
She was the friend of a star 🌙🌟.
✨ Moral of the story:
Even if others don’t always believe in our dreams 🌸, we just need to listen to our hearts 💖. That’s where true magic lives.
And the stars always shine for those who know how to look with wonder ✨🌙.