Seven-year-old Jade and her father were looking up at the stars in the sky. "Gosh, Daddy, I've never seen so many stars before."
"That's because we are far away from a major city, so there's virtually no light pollution from large buildings, houses, street lights or anything like that."
"Do all of the stars have a name, Daddy?" "Some of them do, but not all."
"There must be millions of them, Grandad said that each star is somebody who has died and gone to heaven." "Grandad is right."
"Point it out to me, Daddy. Which star is Mummy's?"