Nightfall had come to the park, It was a calm night. I looked up seeing an abundance of stars,thinking how they all must have their own stories must all be someone who left this world now shining down on the living. I looked at my friend Ryan she was collecting flowers for yet another crown. I always looked up she always looked down somehow though in the end we always came to a centre of our two worlds mine the wonder, hers of Mother Earth. Today seemed like any usual day, the night seemed as any usual night but little did we know it was not. I saw a shooting star i always did and somehow I always caught the stars they would shoot up then fall to my hands. I wished by closing my eyes while thinking. When opening my eyes it would float away in white glowing dots, into the atmosphere. My wishes would almost always come true.

Tonight a new star was shooting but a ring on my phone distracted me. Surely it could wait I thought but after waiting, I felt the buzz in pants again. Picking it up I realise it is my moms’ doctor Jana calling me. Jana said that my mom had experienced another stroke this time she was left in a coma and her survival rate was low. I looked at the play set and things went by how when I was a little girl my mom would hold my hand, watching me gleefully as I would go down the slide. The tunnel slide I remember I was scared of since it was dark. So my mom put put stars stickies for me that way when I went down I would see light. Those stars helped me fall in love with and the darkness in all it’s beauty. I also reminisce how she held me when when I fell. Now I’m 17 in high school. Two years ago I went with my mom to the park bike riding. That’s when she had her accident that’s why I rarely look at the play area. No it wasn’t the root of her strokes but her neck was broken, she could no longer turn she, only could look straight. Having a scar on her right arm yet she still loved the world she still took delight in it and joyed. Not much anymore since she has been getting these strokes. Except this time she is lying down I am scared, I don’t wanna lose my mama. I sat down on the bench of mahogany etched with many things but the one that stood out most to me was the name of my own, Winona Joy. Momma wrote that for me in her brilliant cursive, calligraphy art.

I turned realising a star had fallen, when they fall they disappear, going elsewhere. I was sad since I loved catching stars. Luckily Ryan was blowing at another I chuckled under my breathe. Though silly she was blowing because she saw my anguish and would do anything to heal my heart of this pain. Ryan had known of the situation already and was now just learning more today. I put down the phone suddenly realising Jana had sent a message instead. I ran to Ryan then I lifted my hands lightly and caught the star. No one else can catch stars no one else, how odd. I caught it and instantly made my wish not for my mom to be one hundred well again, no scars. She progresses more in her life every year even if every-time the candles get lit on the painted sponge her days grow colder. I took my chance and thought -“I Winona Lou-Joy of sixteenth street in Georgia wish that you wish granters can help my moms body be stronger help her body be one again help her last days be light and free not held down in a hospital building I Winona wish of this”. After I open my eyes Ryan hugs me and I wipe of my tears. she smiles asking me to once more close my eyes, I do. Ryan placed a crown on my head blue flowers my favourite colour. Ryans specialty was plant growing & finding she told me how she was making a special crown for my mom with 13 flowers in purple, 5 in red roses and 3 in yellow. Ryan tells me a woman of many should get a crown of many as well.