“Chérie, I am watching the stars disappear,” she said after a minute. “Why?” I asked. “Because even though you cannot see them, they are always there,” she said. “They are just hiding, behind the sun.” “So?” I asked timidly. She released me from the hug and bent down to look me in the eye. “Because, my dear, it is good to remember that you do not always have to see something to know that it is there.”
