Even the gods know I have daddy issues

The nights have turned cold, and I walk up the path to put the bins out, the air has twisted to winter, the sky is cloudless and the stars are scattered across the canvas we live under, and this Goddess, who I haven't even spoken to yet, but who knows I'm waiting, tells me "look to the stars, learn about them" I am puzzled and as I look up I think "but what have you to do with stars?" There is a deep pause and then she asks "have you forgotten my story?"