Little suns

“You don’t need to be afraid. Don’t you know the story of the little suns?”

The two little girls sat down in front of the white framed window and looked out into the night. One wrapped her arms around a colourful pillow and laid down her left cheek, so that she didn’t need to hold the weight of her head. The moon covered the ill pale skin of the two girls, as if it was his fault that they appeared fragile like thin glass. Almost broken. Almost not alive anymore. But still holding on. The other girl lifted her head a little and her sunken eyes began to brighten a little. Just a little, but enough to show that there was still some hope left.

“You know, I heard them talking of little suns to the boy next door. His mother is a physician. She must know…They say that every little piece in this world is made of energy. And energy never dies. It just metamorphizes into something else.”

“Something? What something is that?”

“Anything. Anything one wants to be. They say that all these stars in the sky are little suns. Like children from the great sun. Like we are. They say that some of the little suns died a long time ago, but they still shine upon us. They watch our lifetimes and they make us remember that whatever happens, there will always be a reason to remain smiling.”

“So, you think that when we die, we could become two of these little suns? I don’t want my energy to transform into a little sun. I don’t want to become a little sun.”

“Why is that? Why is it you speak so unfriendly of them?”

“They didn’t watch well our lifetimes… we will transform so many years ahead of our time. We will not be joyfully smiling in this world. There is no hope for us.”

Angry tears danced down the cheeks of the other girl. She clenched her fists, but the weakness in her body was too strong and gently stopped her from holding on tight.

“There is no need to cry. See how wonderful the little suns shine and give a bit of light in this darkness. Each and every single one enlightens our life a bit. Enough to make me smile. I am certain, these peaceful dots of energy cannot make any life longer or shorter. They can just make your life shinier if you let them. Therefore, I want to be a little sun. Besides, imagine what great fun it could be. Heaven then happens to be the longest lasting playground where you never need to go away from…”

For a tiny little moment, the other girl was laughing about this ridiculous idea of positivity. But the next moment the smile faded.

“I miss home. But I could be happy with more children shining down on all the homes they must leave behind.”

“I miss home too. But when we will be little suns, I promise that I will be your evermore lasting companion for whatever may come.”

The two girls were just about existing as they closed their eyes with an enduring smile. They faded gently into sleep and the little suns remained enlightening their dreams.