Falling Stars
Ever since I was little, Brother would take me out to the roof late at night to watch the stars fall. Sometimes you could hear them crash with a loud boom, but never see the aftermath. I never thought much about it, thought it was beautiful to see stars fall like that.
Eventually, the stars started getting closer. Brother had to stop taking me out to the roof, and we had to move underground. I would beg Brother to take me out to see the stars again but he refused. Many nights he would hold me back, claiming it was for my safety.
One night, the stars hit my neighborhood. Our underground roof shook as Brother would protect me. When the stars stopped I looked up at brother asking, “Brother, why do the stars hurt us? What did we ever do to them?”
“Oh Sister, didn’t you know those stars were actually bombs?”
