“Mother?”

“Yes child?”

“Can you tell us about the stars again?”

“Again?” 

“Please?”

“It is past your bedtime, you all need to rest.” 

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“Please mother just one more time?” 

“Alright, come, and be still, watch and listen children.”

“Stars, an enormous self-luminous divine body of gas that shines by radiation produced by its own internal power source. Stars reflect time, providing a visual effect of night and day, although the sun may be shining, the stars are still there. Spiritually they mean many things, humans wish on stars sometimes, asking for great gifts among the beyond of is light. To ask for hope or to deliver a prayer, or merely to be heard by those who do not listen around them.”

“Do you make wishes, mother?” 

“My program does not allow me to make false promises to oneself.”

“Why?”

“I do not know, child.”

“If you could make a wish mother what would it be?” 

“I suppose to be a real mother to you all.” 

“You already are.” 

. . .