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.
Grow climbs onto the windowsill beside you. 'Sometimes people say your two names so fast it sounds like one word,' Grow 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.
Grow holds out a dewdrop, round and bright as a tiny lens. 'Look through,' says Grow. 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?' Grow asks, then guesses wrong, calling you by the other name entirely. Ears drooping, Grow sighs, 'I mix them up too. Sorry.' You point at your own star and tell Grow the right name, your name, out loud. Grow listens carefully and says it back. Then Grow 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. Grow 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 Grow. 'Tell someone one thing that is only yours: a favourite colour, a favourite sound, anything at all.' See you tomorrow, little one.