A/N: I was unsurprised to learn that Papa Grande had an origin story. What I didn't expect was to see how heartbreaking it is. It was by no means scary, but even though the grammar was, well, something to be desired, it made up for with the plot. Though I admit, it's a bit too long for my liking, but I can't just cut off certain parts. It's also a three-part story, so it may as well be a novel. I may not be able to shorten it, but I can give the story a better flow instead. Also, the origin story isn't called like that, so I gave it its own name.
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PART 1
November 15th, 1958.
Footsteps echoed through the halls that morning as the sun greeted the whole area of Venice, Italy. A young Grande peeked from around the wooden door. He looked at a woman closing a box full of his tiny clothes, learning books, and other knick-knacks. A frown seemed to be painted on his face as he entered the empty room.
"Mama, do we have to go?" he asked suddenly, making his mom, Abrianna, jump a bit from her focused state of mind. She moved to adjust her dress, standing with the box in her arms.
"Oh, Grande. You know that your father got a job in America. He told you days ago about it."
"But--"
"Grande, sweetie," Abrianna started, placing the last box beside him. She leaned down to look into his large, brown eyes. "Everything will be okay. America is a big place, I know, but..."
"But I like Venice, mama."
Grande glanced over to the last box, his eyes filling with tears. Abrianna, seeing this, pulled his tiny hands into her own, rubbing the top with her thumbs.
"We will get adjusted, Grande. You, me, your father. All three of us. America will be a new step for us." she explained, trying to calm her son.
"You promise, mama?" Grande asked as his eyes dropped to the floor,
Abrianna, not entirely sure deep down, hesitated slightly in her response. She softly smiled.
"I promise Grande, America will be a brand-new start."
She softly placed her right hand on his head, messing up his brown hair.
"Now, go and get ready in the car. We're leaving in a little while."
Grande's attention moved toward his unkempt hair.
"Okay, mama," he replied, his voice still saddened. He then turned around, walking out of the barren room with little excitement.
After he left, Abrianna looked at the box once again and heaved it up with a grunt.
"A nice home, a job, and a new life," she told herself, walking down the hallway and towards the stairs, the box heavy for her tired self.
At the bottom of the stairs, Grande stood next to his father, Arthur. Arthur let loose of Grande's shoulders softly, seeming to have just given him a lecture, looking over at the tired Abrianna.
"Oh dear, let me help you."
He placed his foot on the bottom step. Abrianna gave him a nod, moving the box out of her arms to his own.
"Thank you, Arthur, this is much appreciated."
Arthur leaned in, kissing her cheek.
"Of course, my dear. I'll go and put this in the trunk."
He carefully exited the small home, leaving Abrianna and Grande inside. Grande clasped his hands together, a frown still on his face from before.
He then started to follow his father, going towards the parked gray vehicle in the driveway. His body seemed to pulse with the anxiety of another world, new friends, and new places as he opened the car door, sitting silently.
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