8:32 pm

"…You know, Mr. Burglar, by the time I could still see, there was something that would always make me sad."

"What was it?"

"…The stars," I must have let out a 'huh' at her answer. "Not really the stars, but rather the satellites in the sky. What made me sad is that you can mistake a satellite with a star. Maybe even mistaking a moving satellite with a shooting star. And just like that, your dream was consumed by a big chunk of metal. That idea wouldn't leave my mind since I heard about satellites when I was little."

"A common tragedy. But I feel sorry for you now 'cause you can rarely see a satellite in the sky at night—they're not radiant enough."

"…Is that so?" I laughed at her genuine amazement.