Long ago, when I was four, my mother told me that each vibrant color of the rising or setting sky was a mark left by the people who inhabited on planet earth. She said everyone would make their mark someday, even me. It may be at the most unexpected time, and you may not even notice–but you, will make your own colorful streak in the sky.
At the beginning of time, the sky lacked color, so the very first four people, the first ‘Mark Makers’, added color to the world above. The original ‘Mark Makers’ were a family, a distant older brother, a pair of good natured paternal twins, brother and sister, and last but not least, a rosy child that was the baby of the family, who loved to stand out and be herself.
The first one, the twin brother, filled the sky at the time we call day break, and the second loved the way her paternal brother did it, so she made it a similar way-she painted what we call afternoon. The next ‘Mark Maker’ was the youngest of all. She streaked the sky with shades of rose and orange.
The elder brother hated this idea, but wanted to be remembered for all eternity, so he had splashed the sky with dark, spooky colors of the night.
She told me the stars in the sky were decorations for one of the first ever ‘Mark Makers’, to show our gratefulness, and also so the children wouldn’t be so scared. As time passed, more and more ‘Mark Makers’ let their intakes of the world scatter across the sky, but as more and even more came, the marks of the new members were forced to become reduce in size, allowing enough room to fit everyone’s in.
Mother told me every mark has its own unique story to it, intertwining with one another. That I, one day would leave my mark. But 9 years have passed, and I still haven’t gotten one chance to just dabble on the boards of the skies. And I think I never will…
By the Brooke 
Such a heartfelt piece, and really relates to what goes on behind a writer’s mind most times. The thought that all their hard work might amount to nothing. Thanks for sharing this!
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