It was a beautiful moon. A black and white moon with beautifully carved holes representing the moon craters. It hung from my low rise wall.
Whenever I felt sad I always looked at the moon and thought that my dad was always here with me. He stayed with me to uplift my spirits. He promised me to stay with me till the end. And he did. He kept his promise.
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Holding the Moon
Short StorySophia Boyd has a deep connection with the moon. Her father was an astronaut, but he had died in a failed attempt of a take off. Her entire room was space themed in memory of her father. Her mom is depressed and doesn't leave the house. One day she...
