Every evening, 76-year-old Margaret sat beside her bedroom window, watching the stars appear above the quiet neighborhood. Since losing her husband three years earlier, the nights had become especially lonely. Their house, once filled with laughter and conversation, now seemed painfully silent.

But there was one thing that always brought her comfort.

Every night, she looked for a bright, bluish star above the trees. Her husband had loved astronomy, and they had spent countless evenings watching the sky together.

One evening, Margaret noticed a small boy standing outside the neighboring house, staring toward the same part of the sky.

The following night, he was there again.

Eventually, curiosity overcame her shyness. She stepped outside and gently asked what he was looking for.

The boy hesitated before answering.

“My mom told me that whenever I miss Dad, I should look for the brightest star.”

Margaret felt tears forming in her eyes.

But what the boy said next would change both their lives.

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