The little girl gazed out of the car window at the orphanage becoming smaller. And then the evening sky caught her eye. 

It was lit with streaks of gold dust. It sparkled as the shimmering strips of light seemed to fall on the dark earth below.

Her new mom’s gaze followed. 

“The Gods are celebrating our new love, our new family and your new life,” she whispered gently.

The little girl’s apprehension disappeared, after all the Gods were celebrating, that can mean only good.
She smiled for the first time. 

Her mom smiled back. 

The meteor shower had laid the foundation of happiness.