Luna Emilia Romano
The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. My dad and I had been on the road for 3 hours now and had finally reached the open countryside. Looking up to the night sky I noticed that it, was lit by millions of tiny lights, they were twinkling as if they were winking at me, hinting at their mischief.
Happily, my dad waved at me inviting me to sit down next to him. He was unlike other dads, he was a funny man and unique to me, at least. He had a deep love for nature and in particular stars. Every night, he would tell me to look up and spot the brightest star in the sky and tell me that it was me. And that I was his North star.
It was my 6th birthday today and we had decided to go look at the stars as well as try to find the different patterns. My dad always told me about them however, he used big words which I could never understand. He always told me the same thing, 'remember luna, if u are ever in doubt of anything, look at the stars, they will guide you with their light.'
He was my star. He was the brightest light there was. The light to guide me and always be there for me.
Ever since I was a child, I've felt a special connection with the stars, and it may sound crazy but I feel safe with the stars, as though they are watching over me and protecting me from all things evil. The stars are my light, they are my everything.
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Ryder Nolan Black
Tears are streaming down my cheeks. Here I am, hiding in the closet from the man I'm supposed to call my dad. From downstairs, I can hear thunderous footsteps; the deafening cries as he argues with my mother back and forth. I heard a loud crash, then all of a sudden it all went quiet.
Somebody's coming closer. I'm trying not to make a sound. The closet door opened softly to expose a fresh cut adorning my mother across the side of her face. When I remember that this is the life that I've been forced to live and I can't change that, a surge of sadness and frustration washes over me.
The agony that comes with surviving in a life without hope drags you into the depths of despair. Watching her like that broke me. She promised me, though, the hope I wanted so dearly in my life and gave me the love and affection that would build me up to be a better man than my dad is.
I crawled out of my window and onto the roof to admire the stars after the house cooled down, and my father went back out to the bar to get drunk again. I had to let it all out in the short time I had with the twinkling lights. But most of all, I wished for my mother and me a happier life.
She was my star. She was the brightest light there was. The light to guide me and always be there for me.
Ever since I was a child, I've felt a special connection with the stars, and it may sound crazy but I feel safe with the stars, as though they are watching over me and protecting me from all things evil. The stars are my light, they are my everything.