"Mummy," I whispered. "Do you think I'll ever forget you? Forget this?" I gestured at the night sky, the moon and the stars.
My mother turned around to face me, her brown locks lying in pristine condition, the lights illuminating her perfect, pale skin. Her expression was one of worry and love. "Of course not darling. Never. You were named after the stars, you can't forget them, Lyra darling."
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