When I was five years old, my father pointed at one lonely star in the night sky and told me it was mine. He said the day I was born was also the day that star had been born. Then, he pointed at three other stars. He told me that those stars were his star, and grandma’s and grandpa’s. I remember looking at the stars and noticing that mine was the brightest. I asked my father why mine was brighter and he told me because I still have lots of life in me. Since that day, I’ve memorized were my star is and were my families was too. When I was seven years old, my father was drafted to the army. They placed him in the front lines in Iraq because he was known for his tactic skills. Now that my father was in the army, I only saw him once every year. Soon the only way I could feel close to my father was looking at his star and telling it good night. During the month of March, there was a storm, so I couldn’t see my star or my father’s. Not seeing the stars made me feel very sad because I couldn’t wish my father good night. When I was twelve years old, I came home from school early because my grandparents excused me from school. When I got home, I found my grandma crying and grandpa was holding her in a tender way. They both told me to sit down because they had very bad news. They told me that my father was killed during war. I got mad at them for telling me such a crude joke. I pushed myself away from them, and ran outside. I looked up into the sky hoping to find my father’s star, but for some reason I couldn’t find it. I panicked because I thought that I forgot where my father’s star was. I began to cry when my grandpa came up behind me and laid his hand on my shoulder. He told me that I didn’t need to cry because I wouldn’t find my father’s star ever again. He told me that once a person dies, so does there star. That night I cried and said goodnight to an empty space. When I was eighteen year old, my grandpa died during my senior prom. I was at the dance with my date, when my grandma suddenly came rushing in. She grabbed my arm and pulled me outside. Then she pointed towards the sky, right were grandpa’s star was suppose to be. I looked up to find that his star wasn’t there anymore. For the first time that night, I finally understood that the stars were apart of us. They were like our soul. When my grandma died two months later, her star also disappeared. At age twenty-eight, I had one beautiful girl. I her about the stars, and pointed at hers. I will never forget that smile of hers. Now I am seventy-nine, and as I look at my star, I notice that it’s starting to dim. I look at the sky and close my eyes for the last time as my star burns out.

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Publication Date: 01-19-2011

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Dedication:
I dedicate this to the stars that light up the roads at night. Thank you.