From the balcony（露台） of my grandma's tenth—floor apartment, I search the sky, hoping to see stars.
"Stars are afraid of city lights, but a little song is1 good for something, "Grandma puts her arms around me and sings softly in her low and beautiful 2 .
But stars are still3.
So I rest myself deeper into her arms, hoping for a few more minutes of her warmth as much as I hope to see at least one star.
"Tomorrow won't come if you don't dream tonight, Sally!"She kisses my hair and points me to 4.
The next day, I wake up and take the 5 with Grandma as usual.
On the fourth floor, the lift stops suddenly and it goes dark. I feel my6 beating in my ears. Grandma rings the bell and is told that the electricity is off along the whole street.
Grandma holds my hands, and we sing together in the dark lift.
Before long, Mr. Smith comes and helps us get out safely. Grandma takes my hand, and we walk 7the stairs to the first floor. Grandma points to my school.
"Am I still going?"
"School has electricity, dear Sally. And you are not8 for school."
The electricity is still off when I come home that afternoon.
After dinner and homework, we come to the balcony and watch day turn to evening. Lights come on several streets away, but it's9 here.
"Stars night makes me not be so afraid tonight, "I say.
"Star light, star bright…" I start to10 , and Grandma joins in.
One, two, three... Thousands of stars light the sky bright!
