Nani stared up at the moon. And wished it were full. She’d missed it by just a few days. Still…if only this birthday had marked a full moon. When that glowing globe was riding high in the sky. Illuminating the dark circle of the earth below it. Reminding her that she, too, could be a reflection of a brighter light.
But alas, not tonight.
Tonight was the capstone on a beautiful day. Her sixteenth birthday.
She smiled as she thought of its significance.
Sweet sixteen.
Had it been? Yes. In some ways. Her aunt had sent her a delicious little cake surrounded by roses and lovely rainbow butterflies. They’d stunned Nani when they’d flown out of the box as she’d lifted its lid. It had been wonderful to be so surprised.
And then, too, there was the fact that her precious Jimin and his beautiful band of brothers had won three awards – including the most prestigious one, Artist of the Year – at the American Music Awards the night before her birthday – but, technically, it had already been her birthday in Korea. They’d been nominated for only three awards, and they’d won all of them. Stunning the world of music. Rocking its upper echelons as BTS replaced the biggest names in the industry. A little boyband from Korea had stormed the planet, overwhelming it with their gorgeous sound, their immense talent, and their unforgettable hearts. Their fame had been born of a humble desire. To spread love through music and movement. And they had done that. In spades. ARMY could attest to it.
What better way to celebrate her sixteenth birthday than rejoicing with sweet Jimin and his friends over their incredible achievements? Their “miracle” as Namjoon had called it. If only Nani were headed to L.A. in a few days to see her favorite boys in concert. But that was one birthday present that no one had bought her.
Nani glanced out her window one more time. To gaze up at that moon. A waning gibbous moon. She’d missed the full moon by only three days. This one was still pretty. But it wasn’t the giant luminous ball it had been on Friday night.
Oh, well. Perhaps another year, she’d glance up at the sky on her birthday to discover it had been overtaken by the wonder of a glowing full moon. Maybe even a glorious red one.
