The Sky Whisperer

By CPO Shumba

Once upon a time, in a small village tucked between misty mountains and shimmering lakes, there lived a girl named Hilda. She was just like you and had a very special gift she could hear the sky whisper.

Every night, when the stars blinked awake and the moon rose high, Hilda would lie on her bed, close her eyes, and listen. The sky would tell her stories about distant galaxies, shooting stars racing across the universe, and clouds that danced in sunlight.

One evening, the sky whispered a riddle:
“The brightest light is not the star,
But the heart that knows just who you are.”

Amara thought about it for days. She asked her wise grandmother, her loyal dog Ginger, and even the old oak tree in the village square. But no one had an answer.

So, she decided to go on a journey. With a backpack full of snacks, a notebook, and her sky-whispering heart, she climbed to the highest hill to ask the stars herself.

Up on the hill, the stars didn’t answer with words. Instead, they twinkled in rhythm, and Hilda realized the answer was within her all along. It wasn’t about being the best, the fastest, or the brightest. It was about being true to herself, being kind, curious, and brave.

And that night, the sky whispered one more time:
“You are made of stardust, dreams, and courage. Sleep well, little light.”

Amara smiled, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep under a sky that believed in her.

Just like you, my dear, never forget that the world may be big, but your heart is even bigger. Good night, little star.