When Did We Get Here

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When I was younger, my dad had a lot of hobbies like reading, dancing, sports, and music. He loved music so much. He had vinyls everywhere. There was always music playing in our house. Grandma said that we are a lot alike.

I got his love for music and reading although I can't dance for shit. The thing I remember the most about my dad is his love for stars, he loved them. At night on the weekends, we would always stay up late and watch as the stars started to light up the sky. My dad would tell us the different constellations in the sky and the different names of stars. He loved learning about the stars and outer space and he swore that aliens were real.

My full name is Ella Nova Lede: Though he never really called me by my name, he always called me Nova. I used to hate it as a kid but now I just miss someone calling me that, since he was the only person who did.

He died when I was 10, mom was never really the same after, I think he was her light. After his death, she became a blank sheet of who she used to be, although I don't know if it was much different from how she used to be. Even before Dad died she always seemed like she didn't wanna be a mother. You see she was a dancer, Dad used to show my siblings and me old pictures of her in her ballet school, mom hated pictures so all of them were ones my dad could sneak of her dancing or spinning.

Elena wanted to be just like her, she even started ballet lessons, and I think my mom loved it because after having us two, she couldn't continue to dance like she used to and I think part of her resented us for it, you could tell. But once Elena started dancing, Mom became a little happier than she usually was. And I can't lie it hurt not to be the one to put a smile on her face, but I had my dad.

I was a lot closer to my dad which was ironic because we looked just alike. Everyone could tell I took after my dad more than my mom. I have his curly hair, hazel eyes, and a little beauty mark on my cheek. It wasn't only his looks that I had, although I couldn't dance, I loved sports Dad taught me everyone he knew. I've been in all sorts of sports since 3rd grade.

However, I did have one thing in common with my mom, her quietness. I never really talked even though I had a baby. My dad said it took me way longer to talk than my sister. My mom and my sister had the same type of hair and eyes, straight hair and brown eyes. When I was a kid I hated my curls so much the only thing that stopped me from straightening it was my dad: he had curly hair. I remember he would always rub our heads together when I felt sad about it, Dad always made sure I wasn't sad.

Most of my parents' fights were about the fact that my mom so obviously treated me and my sister differently. But none of that mattered now, Elena and Dad were gone now and there was no getting them back.

I always wondered what life would've been with Dad and Elena still here, I imagine we would still be staying up till midnight and watching the stars light up. But they're gone and I'm not. I'm still here, up at midnight, watching the stars alone.