You're My Angel

Our Grace

"Lailah, Micah! Get up, hurry!" That came from my mother, her terrified voice was the only reason I got up.

I looked at the clock, 2:34 AM. A dark smoke covered the ceiling of my room. Micah and I shared a room, he looked at me with the same terror that filled my mother's voice.

"Hurry, we have to leave right now, theres no time to waste!" My mom came into our room and motioned us to come out. I grabbed the blanket she made me before I was born and ran over to her; Micah following behind me.

"Go to the stairs by daddy. Hurry!"
"Why aren't you coming with us, mommy?" Micah asked, coughing.
"Don't wordy about mommy, I'll be right there, go to daddy now."

I grabbed Micah's hand and ran to the stairs. The fire was coming from the room next to my parents. The beeping from the alarm was hurting my ears and the thick, dark smoke was hurting my throat and eyes. The fire was coming down the hallway towards us quicker and quicker with every moment that passed. My dad was holding a box and I saw the relief in his eyes as soon as they landed on us.

"Where's your mother?" he asked as soon as he realized she wasn't with us.
"I don't know." I replied, my eyes tearing from the smoke.
"Okay go down the stairs now, hurry!"

My dad and brother followed me as I bolted down the stairs. I opened the door and looked back, seeing them right behind me.

"Go to the sidewalk!" my dad yelled over the annoying alarm.

He handed the box he was carrying to Micah.

"I'm going to get your mother, go to the sidewalk with your sister."

I went to Micah and grabbed the one end of the box because I saw him struggling. We ran to the sidewalk as fast as we could with the box. Some of the houses near us had lights on and people were starting to walk towards our house. I heard the sirens in the distance, slowly getting louder.

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"Where's mommy?" Micah asked my father as soon as he joined us in the ambulance.

Micah didn't get it. We were only 10 at the time, so it was understandable. But I knew what happened. I started crying.

I saw the pain in my father's eyes; the tears streaming down his face.

"Remember how mommy talked about the angels? Up in heaven?" He asked.

Micah and I nodded our heads.

"She went to go join them. She's safe now, dont worry."

My dad started crying even harder and pulled us into his chest.

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I don't think my dad ever believed in heaven or angels until the night my mother passed. We sat in the back of the ambulance and looked up at the stars that entire night. It was told that when angels get their grace taken from them it was unbearably painful. Ours got ripped away from us that night.