Fun fact:    Growing up, my family used to associate me with stars a lot. Back then, I was way happier and I remember my family being less toxic (Though, that could just be because I was so young at the time). 

   They’d say that ‘I was a star’ and that ‘stars were my symbol’ and other such things. They gave me shirts with stars on them, a backpack covered in stars, glow in the dark stars on the walls and ceiling of my room, etc. I basically couldn’t go two minutes without something star-related being mentioned in relation to me. That stopped around the time things started getting bad.

So, with that in mind:

Me, hearing him say ‘Well done, Superstar’ the first time: