Write a story about a black girl telling her white mother look at my white sister and look at me who is obviously less beautiful

Once upon a time in a cozy neighborhood, there lived a girl named Maya, a vibrant and curious 10-year-old. Maya had a heart like the sun and a spirit as free as the wind. She lived with her white mother, Linda, who adopted her when she was just a baby, and her younger sister, Lily, who had fair skin and light blonde hair that danced like sunshine when she twirled. One late spring afternoon, the three of them were in the kitchen baking cookies. The scent of chocolate chip cookies filled the air, and giggles bounced off the walls. As they stood around the counter, measuring flour and cracking eggs, Maya couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. She watched as Lily, with her sweet, soft features, flourished under their mother's praises. “Maya, you’re doing such a great job mixing!” Linda exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride. Maya smiled, but inside her heart felt heavy. She looked at her sister, who was giggling with delight as their mother brushed some flour off her tiny nose. “Look at my white sister,” Maya said suddenly, her voice twinged with sadness. "And then look at me." Linda paused, kneading the dough with her hands, sensing something deeper in Maya’s words. “Maya,” she said gently, “beauty isn’t measured by the color of your skin or your hair. Beauty comes from within. It's your kindness, your laughter, and how you make the people around you feel.” Maya crossed her arms, unconvinced. “But, Mom, everyone says Lily is beautiful, and I’m… I’m just different.” Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. The weight of feeling ‘less than’ pressed down on her small shoulders. Linda knelt beside Maya, bringing their eyes level. “Listen to me. You are so beautiful, Maya. Your skin glows like the night sky filled with stars. When you smile, it lights up the room. And your kindness? It’s the most beautiful thing of all. You’re brave, you’re funny, and you have a talent for making everyone feel special, just like that.” Maya bit her lip, slightly mollified but still unsure. “What if no one thinks I’m beautiful like Lily?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Then let me tell you a secret,” her mother said, pulling her close for a warm embrace. “Beauty is subjective; it’s a feeling. There will always be people who see beauty differently, but true beauty? It’s in being yourself, embracing who you are, and loving others. You shine in ways that are uniquely yours.” Lily, hearing the conversation, turned to them, her face perplexed. “Maya, I think you’re beautiful!” She hopped off her chair, her little face earnest. “You can do cool flips, and you make the best animal sounds! You can even talk to the bugs in the garden!” Maya giggled, the corners of her mouth lifting. “Well, maybe the bugs think I’m beautiful too!” The heaviness in her heart began to lift as she considered her sister’s perspective. Linda smiled, encouragingly. “See? Beauty is in every little thing you do. It’s how you light up when you help someone, how your laughter fills the air with joy, and yes, even how you can charm the bugs in the garden.” Maya let the warmth of her mother’s words sink in. She looked at her sister and dug deep into her heart, searching for a truthful answer. “Maybe it’s about being different and embracing that, not wishing to be like someone else,” she said slowly, the realization blossoming within her. “That’s right, sweetheart,” Linda said, kissing the top of Maya’s head. “Embrace your uniqueness. That’s what makes you truly beautiful.” As they finished baking, the scent of cookies wafted through the air, but a different essence lingered—one of acceptance, love, and newfound understanding. The kitchen buzzed with laughter, and in that moment, Maya realized that beauty wasn’t just defined by looks. It was in the way she loved her family, in her laughter, and in her spirit—a beauty that shone like the brightest star in the infinite night sky.