*Zara*

“Have I really fallen from the stars, Mommy?”

I stared at my mother, my eyes wide with wonder. I was just six years old, definitely growing up fast. I asked that question a lot. I just had to know; it sounded so magical, so wonderful.

My eyes widened even further when Mother chuckled and nodded. “Yes, dear,” she said in a soft, warm tone, her deep brown eyes twinkling with happiness. “Would you like to hear the story again, Zara?” When I ...