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Morana Romano used to believe Heaven was a staircase leading up to the highest star in the sky and if the soul of that person touched the small ball of gas, they would turn into a star as well. She believed that was why there were so many stars in the sky like plastic littered in the ocean because they were lost souls clinging to the earth and watching their loved ones from above. That would make her feel at ease whenever she casted her gaze up at a starry sky, knowing a thousand souls were trapped above the ozone layer, and she knew her father was up there. Often times, her stepmother would come with her to stare up at the sky and feed into her delusion's that her father really was looking over at them. Sometimes, they would pray for his soul underneath the blanket of stars and act like he was actually there while having a picnic too. Sometimes, but not all the time since they would look weird going out on picnics at certain points of the year.
Still, that was what it was. Just a stupid way for Morana to cope with the unexpected death of her father and her stepmother's way of just handling it. The stars were nothing but balls of gasses hanging in the sky, waiting to explode, and disappear into the space where nothing remained. Except for Aliens. Maybe. It didn't shake the belief Morana had about her father, that he was watching from above or below.
Wherever he was.
Her stepmother always painted her father as some sort of saint, repeating the same stories over and over again like a broken record. She always talked about how he immigrated from Italy to the United States so she could have a "better life," but that American Dream was just filled with bitterness and blood.
Why did he have to die? Why couldn't it be a distant relative of hers instead?
Morana couldn't understand why her father just had to push daises all those years ago and not leave her anything behind. Really, all he left behind were his nice coats and old pictures. One of his coats was a red, Valentino coat that easily draped over Morana's body and she wore it almost every day. She wore it before she entered the makeshift boxing ring as if the fabric sewn together were a good luck charm.
