I like to just lie on my back outside in my da's pickup truck. I like to do that, ya see, so I can see the stars. Da' used to tell me that the stars were the deceased. That they would keep you safe. When you look up at them they are looking down at you. Mum is a star, if da's right. I believe him. I'll be a star. I'll be the brightest star when I die.
I am Joy. I like my name, cause I am joyful. My da'  knew that my, mum did too, they said when I was born I was giggling not a tear in sight. That's why they named me after it.
Mum died during a bombing. Da' and I lived. I never knew the world outside of my little home town. As far as I knew it didn't exist. When my da' told me who bombed my mum... I was furious. Da' said he never seen me madder.

"Come on in" da told me gazing at the stars.

"Sit with me da, will you" I asked. He nodded.
"Your mum loved that moon there. That's why I love ya to it" he told me.
"Really? Thanks da"
"Well we better head in" he said "it's getting cold outside"
He used to tell me " I will love you all the way to the moon," I would tell him the same. Some nights I liked to imagine mum was back. Those nights were spent in vane. She was not coming back. I didn't have much friends I only had one. I had grown up in a small town big village type of place. I was always I wild one. That's what they told me. I never have cried a tear one.

Is maith liom a bréag díreach ar mo dhroim taobh amuigh i trucail pickup mo da s. Is maith liom é sin a dhéanamh, féach ya, mar sin is féidir liom a fheiceáil na réaltaí. Da 'a úsáidtear chun insint dom go raibh na réaltaí an duine éagtha. Go mbeadh siad a choinneáil slán agat. Nuair a fhéachann tú suas ar iad a bhfuil siad ag féachaint síos ar tú. Is mum réalta, má tá da ceart. Creidim é. Beidh mé a bheith ina réalta. Beidh mé ar an réalta is gile nuair a bháis mé.
Tá mé Joy. Is maith liom mo ainm, faoi deara mé joyful. Mo da 'Bhí a fhios go raibh mo, mum freisin, a dúirt siad nuair a rugadh mé go raibh mé nach giggling clib i radharc. Sin an fáth a ainmnithe siad dom i ndiaidh dó.
Mamaí fuair bás le linn bhuamáil. Da 'agus cónaí orm. Bhí a fhios agam riamh an domhan lasmuigh de mo baile dúchais beag. Chomh fada is a fhios agam nach raibh sé ann. Nuair a dúirt mo Da 'dom a bombed mo mháthair ... Bhí mé ar buile. Da 'a dúirt nach bhfacthas riamh sé mé madar.

"Come on in" da dúradh liom gazing ag na réaltaí.

"Suigh liom da, beidh tú" D'iarr mé. Chlaon sé.
"Do mháthair grá sin ghealach ann. Sin an fáth a breá liom ya a thabhairt dó" a dúirt sé liom.
"Really? Da raibh maith agat"
"Bhuel ceann muid níos fearr in" a dúirt sé "tá sé ag éirí fuar taobh amuigh"

Bhíodh sé a insint dom "Beidh mé grá duit go léir ar an mbealach go dtí an ghealach," Ba mhaith liom a insint dó mar an gcéanna. Roinnt oíche Thaitin liom mháthair a shamhlú go raibh ar ais. Caitheadh ​​na hoícheanta i eite. Ní raibh sí ag teacht ar ais. Ní raibh mé ag cairde i bhfad go raibh mé ach amháin. Bhí méadú mé suas i mbaile de chineál sráidbhaile beag mór ar siúl. Bhí mé i gcónaí amháin fiáin orm. Sin an méid a dúirt siad dom. Mé riamh cried ceann cuimilt.