Kidy
At the window tonight, little one, you look up at two little stars sitting side by side, so close they almost touch. 'Look, the twins!' someone always says. Nobody ever points at just one. Something in your chest gives a small twist, and you are not quite sure what to call it.
Growy climbs onto the windowsill beside you. 'Sometimes people say your two names so fast it sounds like one word,' Growy says quietly. 'And then there is no room in it for just you.' You nod. That is exactly it, and now it has a name.
Growy holds out a dewdrop, round and bright as a tiny lens. 'Look through,' says Growy. You lift it to your eye, and oh! The two stars are not the same at all. One glows warm honey gold. The other shines cool silver blue. Everyone down here sees two twins. Through the dewdrop, you see two lights.
'So which one is yours?' Growy asks, then guesses wrong, calling you by the other name entirely. Ears drooping, Growy sighs, 'I mix them up too. Sorry.' You point at your own star and tell Growy the right name, your name, out loud. Growy listens carefully and says it back. Then Growy adds, warm and sure: 'You are not half of a pair. You are a whole star, with another shining right beside you.'
You look up once more without the dewdrop. Two stars, side by side, and now you know which light is yours. Growy leans against your shoulder and asks, 'So, little one... did we grow a little today?' You did. 'Here is your little grow for tomorrow,' says Growy. 'Tell someone one thing that is only yours: a favourite colour, a favourite sound, anything at all.' See you tomorrow, little one.