They looked at each other, white circles around their pupils glowing, veins streaking through blue irises. Wisps flickered at starlight residing in the vessels. She sat huddled against his side, under a blanket, a strong arm draped around her shoulders.
“Is Mama up there?”
Her father tilted his head. “She is. Travelling through the universe.”
Maya pointed with a chubby finger. “She’s that star, see?”
“I do.” A shooting star, a flare, a beacon in the darkness. He turned to the coast. “Like a lighthouse to sailors.”
Out of the dusty cosmos, a star fell above them. Down.
Down to home.