~~Note: This is just a story I wrote as a birthday present. Write hateful comments on this, I don't care. I have other things to worry about than people that I don't know about that don't like what I first wrote and don't have anything better to do than to spread hate. Good day. Daughter: Read it as a bedtime story to the kids please, and tell them I love them so much more than just to the moon and back (and same goes for you and everyone else in our "pack").

She loved her children more than anything in the world.

Technically, they were her grandchildren, but try telling their grandmother that.

Their grandmother, that for the purpose of this story is called "Estella", was genetically different than her children. For one, she had glasses, and some white hairs (those were stress hairs, mind you) but she was young and Mexican while her children were younger (of course) and of a different race that they inherited from their parents. Yes, sadly, Estella was what she was but it didn't stop her from being a mother AND a grandmother for she would verbally kick anyone's ass who would dare say otherwise.

Now, our story of sorts begins on her children's birthday. Yes, it was also Estella's birthday, but she could care less if it meant that she could spend it with her twin children.

Such as right now.

The twins (which also that for the purpose of this story are consisted of one boy named Sterling and one girl named Luna) and Estella were currently lying down in a secret place of sorts in the outdoors surrounded by ancient willow trees that withstood the test of time and that infinite sound of nature. Breathing, living, changing at a constant. Currently sandwiched by the grass beneath them and the night above them, they were all at peace. See, being at peace was a rare occasion in itself because in the lifestyle that they were living, well… it wasn't recommended for those with weak hearts to say the least.

Sterling, Luna and Estella were all looking at the moon and stars, the only words being spoken was by that of their grandmother. She would speak of things that were kept inhabited in her mind because being alone made her think of life's infinities. She would start with: "Look at all the stars and see how they shine for you both. See the moon, that even with all of it's imperfections called craters, many people dub it as the most mysteriously beautiful thing in the sky because it them. The moon knows what its like to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections."

"You see, my babies, the moon and sun are in love and when they could finally be together under the same sky, even if it were for just a few hours, the Earth would rejoice that they were alone together, and that was how spring was created on Earth. You could tell that the sun and moon were in love because the sun died everyday just to let the moon breathe and the moon was so lonely without the sun that it made all the baby suns that humans started to call stars."

Luna and Sterling laid there, one on each side of their grandmother, knowing that it wasn't a legend to Estella. It was what she believed of it that she was reciting about. So it was better to not question her logic unless they wanted to get pinched on the nose with her screaming "GOD CHILDREN JUST BELIEVE."

Anyways…

"Many people wonder" Estella continued, "why we come across such dark nights in our lifetimes. Well, the answer is simple really: the darker the night, the brighter the stars."

"It's strange how so many people want to be someone's sun so they could light up their life. If given the chance, I would want to be someone's moon instead so that way in their darkest times when their sun is gone, I would be the one sole companion that would give them light when everyone else left that person alone." Estella paused, thinking over what she said "If that makes any sense that is, sometimes these thoughts of mine are like stanzas that I cannot organize into my own poems….BOOM! Awesome simile."

And after their grandmother was done telling stories about the infinite sky above them with a random outburst here and there, she would talk about life, and all the mysteries that no one really thought about. All the while, Luna and Sterling were slowly getting sleepier from the soft lull of Estella's voice and listening to her heartbeat going on and on. Secretly, Estella was surprised that the twins had lasted this long without running around or saying their opinion about something that she was saying, but she decided not to jinx it.

"Once you start thinking about it, it's foreign trying to grasp the fact that this is the only life we have. That today is the oldest we've ever been and the youngest we'll ever be again. That with every breath we take we're dying. That just because you're breathing it doesn't mean you're living. That while we're killing time right now, time is slowly killing us. We all know that one day we'll move on, that we're just passing through for the time being, and some fear it. They fear oblivion. That all that man has created would have been for naught. When really they can't see that we leave marks in world, signifying that at one point in time, we were here. We made a stand. But, often, the marks humans leave are tattooed as scars."

"I don't really think anyone knows why they are here, and that's okay. It's okay to not know, ya know? That's what this life is for, so we can know why we are here. And yes, that may be difficult to discover in this world when we don't know our place, this world that can be ugly. It's sad though, because this world used to be so beautiful. But it still can be and is. Let's just believe that if we all stand together, we're a force that can shake the whole planet, that we can still achieve many beautiful things."

Sterling and Luna laid there in silent shock knowing that their randomly impulsive grandmother was capable of such deep thoughts. Estella just continued after their (obvious) shock was over with. "What most people don't know is that the Cherokee's believed that we are born with two wolves inside us, always fighting. One is Evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy and truth."

"The one that wins is the one you feed."

At this point, the twins were almost asleep and Estella couldn't help but smile that her children could be just that: children, even if it were just for tonight. Knowing the life that they all lead, they had to grow up fast. And she was glad that even if she didn't have to say it, she ,in her own way, told them that its okay to be a kid every once in a while. So she kept on talking to make sure that they would fall asleep peacefully.

"In the story of Peter Pan, the one from J.M Barrie, it is the story of a boy for whom time stood still. So it is no surprise that his adult nemesis would be afraid of the ticking of a clock." 'And that his birthday is on June 13th, so you can bet that I'm going to have something special planned for that day!" In all honesty, I hope Peter Pan has taught you that you shouldn't stop dreaming once you wake up. And that you all feel pride knowing that when you first laughed, a fairy was born. And that to die would be an awfully big adventure, but to live would be an even bigger one. And that you should never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting."

Sam looked at Luna and Sterling and noticed they fell asleep. Giving a big yawn, the grandmother relaxed and decided it was time to put an end to her birthday as well. Putting her arms around her babies she murmured: "You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I will always love you. That's were I'll be waiting."

And with that, everyone was asleep.

CRAPPY ENDING IS CRAPPY OH JESUS I HOPE THAT CAME OUT SATISFACTORY Well, I hope that was decent for my first piece of writing like EVER, and if anyone else that I know is reading this, I miss y'all so much. Being alone is complete torture. I wasn't cut out for living life normally and I still hate myself for being what I am. I hope everyone is safe for the most part and that I'm sorry for being what I am. P.S: Happy birthday my babies and tell your other siblings I love them all as well. -StellaMoonstone