High, high up in the wide night sky, far above the rooftops and treetops, lived a little golden star named Stella. Stella was small and round, with a warm, steady glow that flickered softly like a candle flame.
Every evening, when the sun dipped below the horizon, the night sky would slowly fill with stars. One by one, they appeared—first the brightest ones, then the smaller ones, until the whole sky sparkled.
Stella always appeared last. She was the smallest star, and she often wondered where exactly she belonged in the big, wide sky.
"Where is my perfect spot?" Stella whispered to herself as she floated gently through the darkness.
She drifted past a group of tall, bright stars arranged in a long, glittering line.
"Hello," called the tall stars warmly. "Would you like to shine with us?"
Stella looked up at the tall, dazzling stars. They were beautiful, but their light was very strong and bright. Stella's gentle glow felt too soft beside them.
"Thank you," Stella said politely, "but I think my spot is somewhere else."
She floated further across the sky, passing a swirl of tiny twinkling stars that spun slowly like a glowing pinwheel.
"Come join our dance!" they called happily.
Stella watched them spin and twirl. They were lovely, but Stella preferred to be still and calm.
"Thank you," she said softly, "but I think I need a quieter place."
Stella drifted on, feeling the cool, peaceful silence of the night sky around her. She floated past silver wisps of cloud and over the tops of sleeping mountains.
Then, just ahead, Stella noticed a small, dark space in the sky—a quiet gap between two gentle blue stars. The gap was just her size.
Stella floated closer. She settled into the space and let her warm golden light spread outward.
The two blue stars on either side glowed softly in welcome. Together, the three of them formed a tiny, perfect triangle of light.
Far below, in a cozy house at the edge of a village, a small child looked up through a bedroom window. The child pointed at the three gentle stars and smiled.
"That little golden one is my favourite," the child whispered before closing sleepy eyes.
Stella glowed a tiny bit warmer, feeling perfectly happy, perfectly placed, and perfectly at peace.
Goodnight, sky. Goodnight, stars. Goodnight, Stella.
