“Madame? What do I look like?”
“You have many thousands of freckles.”
“Papa used to say they were like stars in heaven. Like apples in a tree.”
― Anthony Doerr,
I am currently reading this book and read the line as quoted above. This is honestly one of the most beautiful things I have ever read.
Perhaps it’s I am covered in freckles in which in-turn caused me to be teased relentlessly during my school years. Which now in bizarre turn around all the people and friends in which mocked me for my appearance, are envious of my ivory, freckle ruled skin and auburn hair.
So if I happen to have a child that somehow over rides my boyfriends dominant gene. I will tell the child everyday about how they are a mutant, one of the X-Men like my mother told me.
But more importantly, I will tell my child that their freckles are stars they are magnificent decorative constellations ~ to show the world how incredible their inner being is.