The Wishing Star

Once upon a time, high in the beautiful Andean mountains, there lived a little child with the purest heart you could ever imagine. Every night, when the sun tucked itself behind the snowy peaks and the sky turned deep purple like her grandmother favorite shawl, Mountain Child would climb to her special place on the mountainside. She would sit on the soft grass, wrap her colorful poncho around her shoulders, and look up at the twinkling stars above. The mountain air was cool and fresh, and it carried the sweet scent of wildflowers. Mountain Child loved this quiet time when the whole world seemed to whisper gentle lullabies. She would count the stars, one by one, and wonder about the magical stories her grandmother had told her. Tonight felt different somehow, more special than usual, as if the stars themselves were waiting for something wonderful to happen.