<strong>Name:</strong> <span class=”TextRun SCXW118269961 BCX0″ lang=”EN-US” xml:lang=”EN-US” data-contrast=”none”><span class=”NormalTextRun SCXW118269961 BCX0″>Mikhayla</span> <span class=”NormalTextRun SCXW118269961 BCX0″>Laurice </span><span class=”NormalTextRun SCXW118269961 BCX0″>Calib</span><span class=”NormalTextRun SCXW118269961 BCX0″>o</span></span>
<strong>Age:</strong> 13
<strong>Grade:</strong> 8
<strong>School:</strong> <span class=”TextRun SCXW166198041 BCX0″ lang=”EN-US” xml:lang=”EN-US” data-contrast=”none”>Admiral Hopwood Middle School</span>
<strong>Mom’s Name:</strong> <span class=”NormalTextRun SCXW191652894 BCX0″>Laarni Llamas</span> <span class=”NormalTextRun SCXW191652894 BCX0″>Calibo</span>
Did you know that stars are actually way bigger than the sun? The sun, so big and bright—something that symbolized warmth, energy, and power, taken over by a mere star. One would draw the sun bigger than the tiny dots in the sky. Moms are often described as the sun. The endless warmth they provide, the energy they give, the power they hold. It seemed like a perfect fit. My mom fit the criteria of that, she was a warm being, someone to behold. Once, there was a time where I was feeling down, it was a rough time in my life, something we all go through. However, this time, my dad was abroad somewhere. It was me, my mom, and my two siblings, living in my grandma’s house. Rough times are hard to go through without help. It was my first time feeling this down, and my mom noticed. She tried hard to comfort me and make me feel better but it wasn’t really effective for me. Then one tiring day, we went to sleep, but I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts were flooded with negativity. Then, my mom just started talking. She talked about whatever there was to talk about, then I talked too, whatever there was to talk about. The days went on, and this continued. We had late night talks about anything we could think of, like how we have waiting seasons in life to funny moments we had experienced. Slowly, but surely, the talks healed me. It reassured me that everything was going to be alright. I wasn’t alone in my life. It made me treasure the past and be ready for the future. I realized that my mom has done countless things like this for me, something as little as taking care of me when I’m sick to devoting her time to help me in passing my classes for months. Now that I’ve gone through this, I’ve realized, my mom isn’t the sun. She’s the star. All of the stars in the sky are bigger and brighter than the sun, it’s a beacon of hope. Described as forever, a haven. It is a shining light that guides the way. It’s symbolic for divine guidance and protection, because, no matter how lost you are, look in the sky, and you see stars, stars that are always there to lead you. If you’re in a dark path, a rough road, where sunlight has faded, the stars are there to clear a dark path, to lead you back to comfort. That’s exactly what my mom is, she’s my guiding light in my dark life, she’s always there, whenever you’re lost or in need. She’s bigger and brighter than the sun. ALL of the stars are bigger and brighter than the sun. I’m my mom’s sun, but she’s my star.
