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The Little Moon Who is Afraid to Shine

Ann Fulleros · Fiction · November 2026
Lumi was the smallest moon in the entire night sky. She was also the most nervous. Every evening, just before sunset, the Moon Family gathered behind the tallest clouds for Shine Practice. “Ready?” called Mama Moon. “Ready!” shouted the big moons. Lumi swallowed. She was never ready. “Three…” Lumi took a deep breath. “Two…” She squeezed her eyes shut. “One!” The moons burst into the sky. Silver light spilled over mountains. It danced across rivers and painted the rooftops of sleeping villages. Lumi opened one eye. Her older sister, Luna, was shining so brightly that a flock of birds mistook her for sunrise. “Look at me!” Luna called. “I can see you from space!” shouted Sol, Lumi’s older brother. Everyone laughed. Then it was Lumi’s turn. She floated forward. “Come on, Lumi!” Mama encouraged. Lumi tried her very best. She puffed out her cheeks. She stretched her…
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