I'm very little, and everyone tell me how short I am, like couldn't know it. It frustrated me and not only because we tell me that i'm short but also because that is the only thing, people see when they look at me.
I'm not only little, I'm so much more.
I'm very creative and I can imagine a lot of things.
My last stories is about Christmas.
I was with Santa Claus, and we were packing gift for children. Then I look at the window and I saw a beautiful star waving to me. She was the kind of star we saw in movies and when she look at me, i feel important. I didn't care if I was short, tall, dumb, intelligent, the only thing I care is that she never stopped to see me. But unfortunately, at the moment she looked at her friends and went back with them. But I wanted to know more about this star. So, I just let Santa alone and went outside. Snow was falling, it's was cold but I couldn't care I wanted to see my star.
She was flying in the air, and I was poursuing her.
After an eternity and the time to become hot, because of running. I spotted her and her friends sitting close to a moutain. I run more and more. Then I was closed to her.
My mouth oppened.
No word could come.
She stare at me, smile, a beautiful smile and she came close to me. 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRpKo3PCHWG
We looked at each others, we smile because we knew we were made for each others. 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8BLZE9lZ9d
And after this moment we never let go of the others.
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When I stop dreaming, life become more and more sad. I wanted to met my star too. But only my brain could dream of being happy, so as it was snowing outside I looked by window and I saw her.
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