Summer was around the corner waiting for the child to be awake
the stars were shining but no one could see
Except for that young girl outside wearing simple clothes, a greenish coat
She could see the stars and the stars could see her too. The stars could shine in the small tears in her face when she gave her last look
In that small yet big enough to carry a life, basket.
An hour after she was finally, at the front home, she entered through the window her heart racing and feeling really small. "do the toe walking, he is safe now, you're not"