" These fireflies that you say you see are like the chick that hatched in our hands,” she explained.
“Huh?”
“I gave you a very special power the night you brought me the egg. I taught you to see things like I have to see them,” she said. She laid a wrinkly finger on my forehead. “Imagining them. And I see you’ve managed to make good use of that power.”
I let out a sigh of wonder.
“There’s no creature more amazing than one that can make its own light,” Grandma went on. "

― Paul Pen , The Light of the Fireflies