July 17, 1989
We have been having so much fun, I’ve hardly had time to write! I’m so happy my friend is here.
I showed Sandra so many things. I showed her the nest of rabbits near the woodpile. I showed her how the well works and how sweet the water from it tastes. And of course I showed her the stars, like I said I would.
At first she could barely breathe. She didn’t say anything. Finally, Sandra said, “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She’s right, it really is beautiful. The sky at night is like a velvet-black bolt of cloth studded with so many diamonds you can’t even count. But she’s wrong about one thing: Mama is the most beautiful. It was Mama who taught me how to look at the stars and find meaning there. To see the signs as they are shown to us. One day I’ll show Sandra this too.