"Little Connie, you got to go out to see the world and the people out there in the future."
"Why?"
"Because the world outside is far more interesting than the tribe, and the people out there… are far more interesting too."
"But… I'm afraid I will get lost."
"Don't worry. One day, you will meet that person who will always find the way for you. Then, you have to grab him tight."
"Why? Is he a thief?"
"Haha… Yes, he's a thief. A thief who steals the heart."
***
The cold moonlight was cut into gentle strips by the window, and landed on the floor that was full of shattered porcelain.
Connie seemed to have seen her grandmother who used to sit next to the window with her on her lap, and talk to her about the world out there and counting stars.
She still hadn't found that person who could always find the way for her, but her grandma was already gone.
