A young girl walks throughout her town looking for a place to sit. It was New Years Eve and the weather outside was frigid. The girl only had slippers that had fallen off and a matchbox.
The girl comes across the corner of two homes and sits down. She refused to go home, for she had not sold any matches and therefore did not make any money which would not suffice for her father.
I am so hungry and tired...
The girl is freezing so she decides to light one of the matches that she had on her. A bright, warm light appeared. After this light disappeared, she lit many after that and pictured herself sitting at a nice warm dinner.
Each time the little girl lit a new match, she would imagine something new and this time it was a Christmas tree. As the light slowly faded away, the lights on the tree rose up to form stars in the sky.
Grandma told me that when a star falls, someone has died!
Come with me sweet child.
Grandma! Oh please take me with you! You disappear when the match goes out and I have used them all whilst trying to keep you near me.
The young girl and her grandmother flew together in joy without pain, anxiety, cold, or hunger. Yet against the wall of a home sat a little girl frozen to death with a handful of used matches and a smile on her face.