A Friendship in Silence

From that day on, Mia returned to the tree every afternoon. She and Slothy didn’t speak much, but they didn’t need to. They watched the clouds, listened to birds, and shared the kind of calm that didn’t need filling.

One evening, as the golden sun dipped behind the trees, Slothy asked, "Do you like the stars, Mia?"

Her face lit up. "I love them! But I’ve never seen a shooting star."

Slothy blinked slowly. "Maybe tonight’s the night. Let’s wait."

So they waited. And waited. And waited some more.

"Slothy, nothing’s happening," Mia sighed.

"Stars take their time," Slothy murmured. "Patience, my friend."

Suddenly, a bright streak shot across the night sky.
"A falling star!" Mia gasped.

"Make a wish!" Slothy urged.

Mia closed her eyes, heart full. When she opened them, she smiled.
"I wished for us to always watch the stars together."

Slothy grinned. "That’s a perfect wish. And guess what? You didn’t even need words to share it."

One Wish Leads to Another

The next day at school, Mia felt something different—something quiet but strong. When a classmate invited her to look through a telescope at recess, Mia nodded and whispered, "Okay." It was small, but to Mia, it felt like a falling star.

That night, as she told Slothy about it, he smiled sleepily. "See? Even a little courage can shine like the stars."

Mia realized she didn’t need to talk a lot to be heard. And she didn’t need to be loud to be bright.