Fluorite is a beautiful mineral that catches the light of our star and radiates it back in the darkness of night. My stone was a memento from my father, glowing and enigmatic. His death was too sudden. Before we realized the cancer attacked from all directions and took him. After his death I walked with tears behind my eyes and bitterness under my heart. In the cold beautiful blue stone innumerable stars glittered and drifted. In a dream I wandered among them, searching. When I woke up, unexpectedly I found myself in the house where he was a child. It was full of smells and sounds and familiar but cryptic and mystical objects. His presence felt so strong that I thought his voice might come from the next room. Though I am unsure as of why, but I believed, deep inside myself, that I could meet father there. Day after day, wandering around in the mystical scenery, I looked for him.