when the stars whisper
a boy named George. he loved drawing the stars on his notebook, and listening to his grandma’s stories. one day, everything changed—his grandma, who always smelled of lavender and gave the warmest hugs, passed away.
At first, George didn’t understand. She had always been there. How could she just be… gone? Sometimes, he felt sad, and other times, he felt angry—angry that she left, angry that no one could fix it. He wanted to talk to her, but she wasn’t there. And worst of all, some days he felt okay, and that made him feel guilty.
At school, things were different too. Gorges's best friend, Mia, didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing at all. His teacher, Mr. Potter, noticed that George didn’t want to play as much, and sometimes, he just stared at his notebook, drawing nothing.
One day, Mr. Potter sat beside George during lunch. “I lost my grandfather when I was your age,” he said gently. “It hurt a lot. I missed him every day. But then I found a way to keep him close.”
George looked up. “How?”
“By remembering,” Mr. Potter said. “By talking about him, writing about him, even drawing pictures. And I let myself feel however I needed to feel.”
George thought about that. That night, he picked up his notebook and drew a picture of his grandma, with her warm smile and twinkling eyes. He wrote down his favorite story she used to tell him. And when he missed her, he whispered to the stars, just like she had told him to do .things started to change. Some days were still hard. Some days, he felt okay. But he learned that it was alright to feel both. At school, he told Mia about his grandma, and she listened. At home, he made a memory box with his mum, filling it with lavender sachets, old photographs, and little notes.
And every night, when George looked up at the sky, he remembered that the people we love never really leave us—they just whisper from the stars.
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