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And out of all the stars in the universe, each with different remnants of the explosion of the universe, each with different parts and stardust that formed it, I’ll choose my favorite star which always guided me home. The star that made me appreciate all the other stars around it to begin with. Because of the day I pointed to it and declared it /my/ star, and never really looked back. It was the star that lit up all the rest of my universe from the very beginning. Because whenever the night sky is dark, if I look up long enough, I’ll see it shining, even if it is alone, and it will never really leave or let it itself be covered by clouds. Because it twinkles and laughs and declares it’s better than all the other stars, and maybe, in some ways, it really is. It will be the star that streaked across my night sky and made me see the light in other stars, and it will be the star that remains even when someone goes on and scatters all the others and tries to darken the world. It is the star that dances along the sky and sings and shouts about wonder, and helps find other stars find their light. And it’ll laugh and try to keep helping the moon, which can only ever seem to shine with the sun behind it. No matter what, it’s the most stubborn star in the universe which will declare that everything can be its own light, if it only tried hard enough. And that is the star, that above all else, will be my favorite star. It will be that star to which I grew up to, found myself, and began my story. And it is with that star that I want to end my story.