Last night, I couldn't get to sleep as usual. In the dead of the night, I went to the window. It's almost funny how I automatically leaned against the window grille using my forehead, standing at an angle to the floor. Then I looked up.

It seems like not too long ago that I was at the same window looking out at the vast sky. When I was younger, someone had told me that people were transformed into stars in the sky when they pass away. So whenever I felt down, I always stood at that spot, looking out for a star in a certain part of the sky. Then I talked to it. I told it my dreams, my aspirations. I prayed silently. What I didn't realise then was that stars die too. I had thought that the star I had seen previously would be the same star I saw since they appeared in the same location.

Last night, I smiled at my stupidity then; I saw the picture of an earnest child closing her eyes, forehead against the same window grille and praying. The child was me.

I haven't stood there in a long time. I had forgotten why I like star-gazing so much until last night. Maybe that's why I jumped with excitement when I saw Mars two years back. Or when I marvelled at the stars when we were at ubin. Things have changed, I have changed. I've forgotten a lot of things, some of my dreams have died but I guess I still have the same hope I had then. At least I hope so. Some things don't change, do they?