They arrived here to pray, the woman and her little son.
She showed him a picture and with broken voice she told him her father was now a shining star.
The boy took a long moment to watch that old picture and then he said:
- I was also a beautiful star up there, I was grandpa favourite one. Don´t cry, he sent me here to take care of you, mum.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
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