Starchild
An ancient being and a woman with an empty heart find a home with each other
Once upon a time a star became the soul of a child. That child was the kindest, bravest, strongest and wisest child but the child had no voice.
The child was born to a fierce woman who was as kind and loyal as she was hot tempered.
None knew that she carried an empty heart. Broken and hiding her pain.
The woman loved her child with all that she had.
One day a passerby asked the woman about the child's lack of speech, and she simply said
"I am his voice, and he is my heart."
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Alicia Anspaugh
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