What the Sun was upset about

I was out for a walk when the Sun said, “Hey, Brooks, how’s it going?”

I said, “Sun, it’s so nice to hear from you. I’m doing pretty good, thanks. How about you?”

The Sun said, “I’m feeling upset.”

I said, “I’m sorry to hear that. About what, Sun?”

The Sun said, “I’m mad at the Moon for pretending it’s me. At night it steals my light and pretends that it’s its light!!”

I said, “You sound pretty upset, Sun.”

The Sun said, “I am!”

I said, “You know it’s good to express your feelings.”

The Sun said, “Really?”

I said, “Yeah.”

The Sun said, “Oh, good, because I was feeling wrong for being mad…You know, maybe the Moon isn’t stealing my light. Maybe it’s honoring me by reflecting my brilliance when I’m away. The Moon could be saying, “Don’t worry, the Sun will be coming back soon. In the meanwhile, here’s a reminder that it loves you.”

I said, “You’re probably right.”

The Sun said, “Yeah, thanks. Okay, well, I hope you have a good rest of your day.”