I look up at the stars every night for answers, and every night they answer me. I lay back against the hard bark of a tree I sit under. I wait for the stars to answer my question.

They don't tonight, so tomorrow maybe? I don't know, I just wanted my mom to get better. She's been like this for two years. I don't know how much longer she could last. I whimpered at the thought of it being short. I leaned my back against the hard bark of my favorite tree, Willow, I came here every night to talk to the stars. I loved talking to them.

I looked down at my watch, "Great!" I mutter grabbing my backpack and running home.

He's going to kill me! I thought running threw the tall, thick weeds. I finally reached the house out of breath. I walked in and an angry version of my dad was sitting at the table.

"Where have you been?" he asked. I shuttered at the tone of his voice.

"I-I was under Willow." I studder out.

"That's no excuse! You know your curfew!" He yelled standing up.

"S-sorry." I said backing up. If he came closer I would take off to my room.

He stepped closer and I raced for the stairs, just barely making it to my room. I locked the door behind me and laid on the bed. I looked through my backpack for the picture of my mom that I always carried around. I found it and held it close to my heart, I choked back tears just thinking about her.

I wished that some day the stars would grant my wish, my wish that I hold close to my heart. "I love you mommy." I whispered.