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6/15/2024 KENSINGTON, LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK.
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On January 14th, 1989, at 6:48 a.m., a humming bird with a heart beating at 1,200 a minute floats on air and its elongated beak pecked feverishly at the sap in the open wound of a tree. At the same time, a blue butterfly flies by with no care in the world as it lands on the squishiness of rotting fruit that stuck out in trash cans in the early morning sun and it sucked on the sweet liquid as if it were a fruity concoction that would be enjoyable for kids on a hot, summery day. Nearby, a woman gets ready for her morning run with her headphones connected to the Walkman clipped into her black leggings and the casing had holographic, Hello Kitty stickers stuck onto it due to her granddaughters decorating them when she wasn't looking. She stretched as she put up her greying hair with a diamond encrusted clip and she tied her worn out running shoes on a park bench before she ran off. Meanwhile, one X chromosome belonging to Keagan Romano races for the egg inside his wife, Aurelia.
Nine months later, Morana Romano was born.
Her childhood is filled with happiness, her memories feel like taking the first bite of a favorite candy bar or a favorite meal, and her skin is perfectly healthy. Her skin is the mix of her mother and father's, but her most prominent features come from her mother. The moles scattered around her face, her dark hair that is often tied up rather than left down, and her Greek nose. Everything was of her mother, but Aurelia Fletcher is nowhere to be seen.
It is June 15th, 2024, 6:30 p.m., and the weather is 85 degrees, 21 Celsius. The province of Kensington, Long Island is quiet except for the large house on a certain street where a multitude number of cars were parked around the street or jammed in the driveway while music played from a record player that echoed throughout the manor. Chardonnay bubbled in long, glass flutes that balanced easily on the silver tray carried by personal servants, and the servers easily wove through the crowd while hands were outstretched to grab the bubbly alcohol.
