an ANGEL fell from the sky

Katie

Everything was so easy when I was little. Living in New York city with the best parents a kid can ask for.

I mean it. It was the best.

We always had a great time and we had so much fun together. My dad always used to take me to Central Park to play soccer and baseball. He always bought me a hot dog after and we ate donouts til we were full. And when we got home late, my mom would always freak out cause we did this before dinner all the time. We were goofing around even in serious moments. It was just the three of us. But it was awesome. I was happy.

But one day it all has changed.

At the age of 8 my parents died. They got hit by a car. At least that's what my grandparents told me.

I lost my parents.

I lost them.

I can still remember that I was in the living room playing with my grandparents. Then a doorbell came.

A doorbell, that changed everything.

All I saw was my grandma open the door and the next moment she bursted out crying.

The police came.

'What happened'? I thought.

I've always been a good kid. Mom and dad are also good people. And my grandparents are very nice as well.

What happened?

I wasn't aware of what was happening in that moment. But then someone touched my shoulder and when I looked up I saw my grandparents crying.

I remember the dialogue with my grandma.

''Sweetheart, your mom and dad have gone away.'' Started grandma while tears rushing down her face.

But why is she crying?

''Where did they go? When are they gonna come back?'' I asked.

''Katie, they fell asleep. And they can't come home anymore.''

''Why? They can sleep here too. Where did they fall asleep?'' I kept asking, and granny could't stop crying.

''Honey, they went up to heaven. They are never gonna come back.'' She said wiping down her tears.

''Heaven.'' I whispered.

I remembered what my mom said about heaven. ''Good people go there when their bodies give up. Their bodies go up to heaven. And their souls stay down here, on Earth.''

''Sweetheart. Their bodies couldn't continue to work. And they slowly fell asleep.''

And that was the moment when everything became clear. They were gone. My parents were gone and they were never gonna come back.

I didn't have a choice. My grandparents were my only living relatives, so they became my guardians. After living with them for about 2 years, they died in a car crash.

I was left on my own. Alone. Broken.

And so, this is how I got to the place where I am right now.

A fosterhome.

Here no one bought me hot dogs. No one bought donouts. I didn't have a mom to tuck me in at night. I didn't have bedtime stories. And to be honest, yes, it was tough. Living like this, growing up, basically knowing that you have no one left in your family and all you can rely on is yourself and some strangers that you live with.

It was bad.

It was hard.

Until he came.

He.

The guy sitting in the corner of the lobby. The guy wearing black all the time and having his skateboard with him. The guy who's always alone, drawing something.

He was just so misterious. And he was very different from the others. And there was something in the look in his eyes. I just knew that something was not okay with this boy.

He reminded me of myself when my parents died. Filled with sadness, grief? I don't even know that myself either. But I was sure that he's been through something terrible just like I have.

He didn't have friends. He didn't spend time with anyone. All he hung out with was just a little girl. Which was super weird.

I didn't understand. Why her? This guy with this little girl? It didn't make any sense, since he never got anyone close. But then it turned out that she was his sister.

I kept staring at him when I could. The fact that I didn't know anything about him was bugging me. There was just this something about him that made me feel I needed to know him.

And I'm not even sure when or how, but we became very good friends.

Little did I know back then that how much he was going to mean to me.