The heart of two skies...A story about love and strength.

Once upon a time, in the heart of a valley hidden among the woods, there was a mother with a gentle smile and deep eyes, like someone who has seen the sky up close.

That mother carried in her heart an immense love, as great as the sky itself. One day, a little star was entrusted to her: a bright child, but he had to return to the stars too soon. No one truly understood why, but the sky sometimes calls to itself those who shine too brightly.

The mother, however, never stopped loving. Every night she looked up, searching for that special light, speaking softly, with words that only the sky and her heart could hear.

Time passed, and a new life arrived: a baby girl. Small, delicate, but with a gaze filled with mystery. Sem and his dragon, who watched over all the creatures of the valley, saw her born.

"That baby girl," said the dragon, "carries a secret. She came with a gift, a bridge between heaven and Earth."

Her mother called her "little sister," and every time she looked at her, her heart beat twice: one for the child in her arms, and one for the star shining from above.

Her little sister grew strong, serene, loved with a double love—the one that comes from those who remain and the one that comes from those who have never truly left.

One day, Sem gave her a Japamala made of special stones:

– Lava stones, born from fire and transformed into strength, to remind us that even from pain, power can be born.

– Red Tibetan beads, warm and spiritual, to bring protection, courage, and a deep connection with the heart.

“Your mother,” Sem said to her little sister, “is made of stars and roots. She cried like the rain and loved like the sun. She is proof that even when you lose something, you can still give.”

And so, every night, before going to sleep, her little sister looked at the sky with her mother. There was no need to speak. Just looking into each other's eyes was enough to understand that love, true love, never dies.

It becomes light.

It becomes strength.

It becomes a mother who is home.

And a little girl who is a miracle.

To Roberta, a tribute to your strength and courage...

"What is stronger than the human heart, which breaks over and over again and continues to live..." (R. Kaur)

In the photo: Roberta Ferrera and Isabella