Braylee carefully unfolded her lantern, smoothing out the creases with gentle hands. The evening air was crisp, and the first stars began to twinkle above. Brynlee stood beside her, the anticipation in her eyes mirroring the excitement in her sister's heart. They could hear the soft rustle of leaves, a soothing symphony to their solemn task.

Braylee paused, her pen hovering above the delicate paper. "I wish Papa Jerry could read this," she whispered, her voice a mix of hope and longing. Brynlee nodded, her expression determined as she penned her own words. "He will, Braylee. He'll see it from heaven," she replied confidently, her fingers tracing the words with care.

The soft glow of the lanterns illuminated Braylee's face, casting a warm light across her features. Brynlee watched the flames dance, feeling a connection to something greater. "It's beautiful," she remarked, her eyes reflecting the lantern's glow. "Let's send them to Papa," Brynlee said, her voice filled with determination.

The lanterns floated upwards, their light bright against the darkening sky. Braylee reached for Brynlee's hand, their fingers entwining as they watched the lanterns become stars in the distance. "Goodbye, Papa," Braylee murmured, her voice tender. "We miss you," Brynlee added, her heart full of love.

Braylee sighed softly, her mind at peace. Brynlee looked up at the vast expanse of stars, feeling a sense of closeness to their grandfather. "Do you think he got them?" Braylee asked quietly. "I know he did," Brynlee replied, squeezing her sister's hand as they turned to head home, their hearts lighter with the shared memory.