Her eyes sparkled, reflecting the rich colour of the night sky. The star dappled sky twinkled and the moon was smudged across the bay, its milky reflection illuminating part of the beach. Her lips trembled as she described the gorgeous view that we saw. I smiled, so grateful of my beautiful daughter and that she appreciated the things that I gave her so much. The wind whispered, sharing secrets with the two of us despite our oblivion to it. A star soared over us, a bright blur trailing behind. It shook me from my hypnotised stupor.
“Look up,” I began pointing out to her, “can you see the shooting star?”