In a small town full of color and light, there lived a little boy named Milad. Milad was an energetic, creative boy who, every night after dinner, went out to the balcony of their house and looked at the sky. He loved the sky and the stars, but more than anything, he liked the moon.
Every night Milad smiled and said hello to the moon. “Hello, dear Moon. How are you tonight?”
The moon always answered him with a special glow. “Hello, Milad. I am always well. And you?”
After saying hello to the moon, Milad told the moon about his day. He had many stories, stories he heard from his mother and father, and stories he made up himself. The moon always listened to Milad with care and felt along with him.
One night, Milad fell into a strange sleep. In his dream, he reached a world full of light and color. He saw that he was in the world of the moon. The moon stood before him like a kind, shining face.
The moon welcomed Milad and said, “Welcome to my world, Milad.”
Milad said in wonder, “Is this real? Am I in the world of the moon?”
The moon smiled and said, “Yes, this is my world. I always watch you from far away and listen to your stories.”
Milad said happily, “I have always wanted to talk with you and share my stories with you. From now on I will always say hello to the moon.”
The moon and Milad were always good friends. From that moment on, every night before sleep, Milad said hello to the moon and shared his stories. And whenever he woke up, he felt that he had a real friend who was always beside him — a friend who never left him alone.
And that is why Milad and the moon were always close friends, every night and every day, forever.
The End.