Salute

That very evening, on a hasty car ride to the hospital after my grandfather complained of heart pains, my parents' car was struck from the side by a truck; that very evening, I became an orphan without even a warning or a chance to say goodbye. I lost my greatest inspiration. My best friend. My mentor. 

Grandpa. 

That evening, before I was told the news and brought to an orphanage, I felt a chill go down my spine while doing homework. In a surreal trance, I sat outside and set my gaze on a very bright star in the early evening sky until the police came. 

I learned later that I was looking at the Evening Star. It comes out to salute the end of a wonderful day and the start of a starry night. But for me, the Evening Star was mocking me for the end of my wonderful life and the start of a dark future.