Guardian angel

A few days before Christmas, a neighbor's child brought me a cardboard angel.

"It's fake. There are no angels in the world. We have to make it out of paper." Tommy clamped his arm against my short wooden door and talked to me outside the garden.

"Actually, there are such things as angels, and I have two of them." I said seriously to the child's eyes.

"Where is it?" Tommy looked up at me quizzically.

"I can't see it now, and if you'd known me years ago, I'd still be living with them!" I pulled my kid's hair.

"Where is it? Where are they now?" Tommy asked eagerly. "Over there, under that star, they live."

"Really, you didn't lie to me?"

"Really."

"If it were angels, how could you leave them? I think it's a lie." "At that time, I did not know, I did not understand, I did not feel that these two angels were watching over me, even at night!"

"Who can live with an angel without knowing it?" "Too many, most of them like me don't know where!"

"Are they all children? Why do angels keep watch over children?" "Because before God gave the child to the angels, he secretly put the angel's heart into the child, and before the child was given, the angels were moved to cry when they heard the sound of their child's heartbeat."

"Are angels sad? You say they were crying?"

"They often shed tears, because they love the children they guard too much, so they often shed tears for a lifetime, and they can't wipe the tears, because the wings have to protect the children." Even for a second, I do not want to put down looking for the handkerchief, for fear that the child will get sick from the wind and rain."

"You're talking nonsense. There's no such stupid angel." Tommy laughed and dangled himself from the fence in delight.

"One day, the child who had been guarded finally grew up, and the child said to the angel - to go. And said to the angels -- please don't come along, it's a nuisance."

"What did the angel say?" Tommy asked.

"An angel? They looked at each other, and without saying anything, they gave the best and most precious things around to the child who was going to leave, and the child put the bundle on his back and went away without looking back."

"The angel closed the door and cried, didn't he?"

"There was time for the angels to cry, they quickly flew to a higher place to see the child, the child walked faster and farther, the angels were old, still struggling to fly upward, want to see the child one last time." The child became a little black dot, and gradually the little black dot could not be seen. At this time, the two angels slowly flew home, closed the door, put out the light, and quietly shed tears in the darkness." "Where is the child?" Tommy asked.

"It doesn't matter where they go, the poor two angels, they have lost their children, they have lost their hearts, they have no shelter under their wings, and they can finally rest." But the wings that had been held up for so long were stiff and hard, and could no longer be put down."

"What about the lost child? Don't you miss the angel who watches over him?" "Ah! When it is windy or rainy, he will naturally think of the advantages of wings, and will miss them for a while."

"You mean that the child only misses the good things about the wings, and does not really miss the angels themselves?"

For Tommy's question, I was frozen for a long time, holding the paper angel he made, looking at the dusk sea speechless.

"You'll really miss angels later." I speak slowly.

"When?"

"When the child knows. The day will come when he will never be able to return, and he will miss the Angels day and night."

"Why can't you go back?"

"Because a child who leaves home suddenly wakes up one morning and finds that he too has wings and is becoming an angel."

"It's not good to have wings, you can fly back!"

"Such watchful angels are flightless, and their wings are used to shelter them from wind and rain. They cannot fly."

"What's under the wings? Isn't the new angel's job different?" "Just the same, under the wings is a little house, a home, a new child. Love and tears."

"It's hard being an angel like that!" Tommy came to a serious conclusion.

"It's hard, but they think it's the happiest job." Tommy stared at me without moving and asked, "Do you really have two of these angels?"

"Really." I nodded affirmatively to him.

"Why don't you go with them?"

"As I have said before, such angels cannot go back, until one's eyes light up and he realizes that they are angels, which he did not know before." 'I don't know what you're talking about! Tommy shrugged.

"You'll understand when you're older, and it's impossible for you to know now." Oh, did your mother and father --?"

Tommy interrupted me suddenly. He said loudly, "My father works in a bank during the day and teaches at school at night. He is never home and doesn't play with us; My mother was doing laundry, cooking, cooking and sweeping the floor all day long, and she was always scolding us kids. My parents didn't mean anything."

Speaking of which, Tommy's mother was standing in the distant door. Shouting, "Tommy, come back for dinner, where are you?"

"You see, Lu Bulusu, eating with me all the time, eating with me, I hate it." Tommy jumped down from the gate, nodded to me, and ran home, saying, "If only I had those two angels you're talking about, I wouldn't have had such good luck."

Tommy, if you don't know now, you won't know until it's too late.