High up in the velvet sky, where the moon kept watch every night, there lived a tiny star named Tara.
Tara was the smallest star in the whole sky — so small that sometimes the clouds did not even notice her. But she was very bright, and she sparkled like a firefly when she was happy.
Every evening, as the sun went to sleep behind the mountains, Tara would begin to tremble. "It is so dark," she would whisper. "What if something is hiding in all that darkness?"
The moon heard her one night and smiled softly. "Come, little Tara," said the moon. "Look down."
Tara looked down at the Earth far below. She saw a small child in a village, lying in her grandmother's lap, looking up at the sky.
"That child is looking for you," said the moon gently. "She cannot sleep unless she finds you. You are her favourite star."
Tara stopped trembling. She took a deep breath, puffed out her tiny chest, and shone as brightly as she could.
Far below, the little girl pointed and said, "Dadi, there she is! My star!"
And from that night on, Tara was never afraid of the dark again — because she knew that in the darkness, someone was always looking for her light.
The End. Sweet dreams, little one.