Angel

I died last night. 1

It wasn't my fault though, God had chosen to give me a bad heart. I must have done something really naughty to deserve this. Mummy said that dying was like falling asleep, but it was more like waking up after five years of vivid dreaming. I wish Mummy had been right though.2

I flew up over my own body, but something was wrong with it. The eyes were... dark, like the night had somehow found its way inside me. Daddy told me about something called an eclipse, the moon hiding the sun away. Was that was this is? Am I an eclipse?3

I did like my wings though, they were white and pure. Like a baby bird I had rescued once, placing it back in its nest. Its Mummy hadn't liked it after that. Its Mummy never came back.4

I don't like the way that Mummy and Daddy were crying, though Daddy was trying to hide it and act tough like Daddy's are supposed to. I don't like waking up, not without Mummy and Daddy to say good-morning. I'm not hungry though, and I don't think I'll have to go to school today.5

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I flew up, high into the sky. Daddy always told me that there was only Space above the clouds, but that's not true. A big rainbow stretches across, but it ruffles in the wind. Suddenly I realise that they're flowers, a big river of colourful buds. I swoop down to pick some, getting Mummy's and Daddy's favourite colours.7

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Clutching them tightly in my hand, I dive back down to Earth, the wind playing with me. My house comes into view, I smile. I perch on the windowsill, placing the flowers gently down. I hope Mummy and Daddy like them.9

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I slowly flutter in, standing in front of Mummy and Daddy. They can't see me, they don't try to hug back. I kiss them on the forehead, whispering softly, "I love you."11

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Maybe they'll wake up too, and I'll always be waiting to say good-morning. 13