This continually happened until I was 12 yeras old. And then it stopped coming. You can't imagine the hurt I felt. I felt abandoned and that I was no longer good enough for my lovely being. I forgot about it, or at least I tried to.
Every so often I would think about it and dismiss the entire thing as hallucinations of a tired child. And then one day, it was gone from my mind...as if it never happened.
And now, five years later after it last came to me, I was looking out my bedroom window. Looking at the twinkling stars, trying to figure out my life, where I'm going. And I closed my eyes for a moment. And when I opened them, I saw a shooting star, gracing the sky with its glimmering trail of stardust. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I was filed with a sense of familiar peace and calm and I knew that everything would be alright.