There was once a girl who had heart cancer. The doctors told her she didn’t have much time left, so they took her off the breathing machines and told her to enjoy her last few months. The next day, her grandfather told her a legend: if you folded 700 stars, that night they would fly to the heavens and bring back health for you. She began folding, day by day, carefully placing each one in a box. One week before the prescribed last day, she finished the 700th. When she woke up the next morning, the doctors told her someone had donated her a heart. She was alive, and the box of stars had disappeared. The next day was her grandfather’s funeral. In his will, he left her a small bag. When she looked inside, she found her 700 stars.