Anna

CHAPTER TEN


When we leave mom alone in her room, and start to walk back to the car, I feel different. Like things will never be the same again. But most of all I feel hurt. Hurt that my parents didn't confide in me about it. Hurt that they didn't know what to say. And I am hurt because we tell each other everything. At least I thought we did. Now, I don't know.
When we finally reach the car and dad is unlocking the doors, I think of the time when I was a kid, before when to unlock the doors someone had to be on the inside first to open them. I look around and guess that most of the cars here are automatic with just pressing a button to unlock them.
I remember that we never had those luxury's, still don't, and remember how happy we were without them. How happy we were with all of the trials that stepped on our door step, and we still were not affected. Then suddenly I remember the time when I was a little girl. I had just graduated from kindergarten, and to congratulate me my parents were going to get me an Ice cream cone. I was so excited that at first I didn't notice the car crash into mom's side.
But almost instantaneously I reached forward for her, but something was pulling me back, some sort of strong fabric holding me in. I fought against it but just could not win. And so with my losing I sat back and began to cry. The seat belt, I now realized that was holding me back, seemed like a demon. Never giving up on pulling me away from my mother. And with a cry I called her name. When she didn't respond I shouted it, shouted it as loud as my lungs would let me, and unbuckled my seat belt and reached forward trying to shake her awake. But nothing worked. She was completely unconscious.
After a few minutes I noticed that my father was not there. I started to cry again, shouting out his name. Then suddenly a strangly familiar voice greeted me. I looked to my right, and before me sat a beautiful woman with long blond hair in a glowing white dress that came down to her feet. In fact, everything about her was glowing.
I looked at her and said, "Who are you?"
She smiled then said, "Who do you think I am?"
"A Princess," I replied simply, wiping the tears from my cheeks.
She smiled agian, "I am your angel." She whispered.
I crawled up next to her then quietly said, "Did you save me then? Me and my mommy?"
"Yes."
"Will my mommy be okay?"
"She will be. Trust me."
"I do." I said, then a question came to my mind. "Where are your wings? I thought that all angels had wings."
She paused, with that continuing smile, then replied, "Where I come from, we don't have wings. But our beauty shows the angel inside of us. And that is how bright we shine. My father is the brightest of them all."
"Can I meet him?"
"You will someday. Just do your best and through your trials you will meet him."
"Why not now?"
"You'll find out in good time." She said leaning forward and kissing me on the forhead. Then she was gone, out of sight.
Right when tears were about to flud through me again, I felt myself being carried out of the broken remains of the car and onto a flat table and into an ambulance.
When again I didn't see my mother I began to cry. And then warm soothing hands were petting my head, shushing my crys. When I looked up to see who it was I saw that it was my father, telling me everything was going to be alright. I press my face against his hand, tears burning my eyes, before something puts me under.
Now back to reality, my body in my seat, I look over at my dad. And before he could start the car I leaned towards him and gave him a big hug, knowing that if mom didn't make it through this, dad was all I had left. For a second he seemed surprised, but then he wrapped his arms around me as well and whispered those ever so soothing words into my ear. Everything will be alright.