My head is tilted back, mouth open wide in awe. My four-year-old eyes fill with wonder as I watch tiny, reflective drops of light dance across our 1980’s popcorn ceiling.
“What are they?” I whisper, afraid that if I speak too loudly they may vanish.
My mom, sitting on the steps beside me, watches them in awe as well. “Whatever they are,” she whispers back, “they’re magical, don’t you think?”
“Yes…Magical,” I answer. And then, all of a sudden, I know what they are.
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