angel
once a little boy walked up to me and asked me if I was an angel.
and I stood there and looked at him and could only spill out a 'what?'
he then said 'mom told me that those who are marked with lines on their wrist were angels.
and then i told him i was a monster nothing near an angel but he just looked at me and said 'yes you are, mom told me that only angels harm themselves because they do not like the life at earth, that the life on earth are destroying themselves so that they harm themselves so they can go back to heaven. they are too sensitive to pain of others and their own.
so i smiled and patted his head, 'your mother is a wise woman.'
'thank you,' he said, 'my mommy is an angel but has already returned home.'
