The Angel's Calling

Chapter 1

All of my life I have believed how each of us was made of stars. Each of us were unique in our own way and we all had a certain type of light inside of us, that was given to us by higher force. Someone, who existed before everything. Someone, who knew the real us and not just the temporary version. The fun part? All of it had a purpose.
Ever since me and dad had to continue our journey alone, i was always thankful for the oppurtunity to have freedom to make my own choices. One of them was God. I can't put it into words, the word "calling" only comes to mind. Like any other with their job or their Relationships, I wasn't manipulated into it, I just found peace in it - it felt right. Even in the moments of doubt and after my mother's death, my life itself proved to me how right and how important it was. I'll be forever grateful.
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I was drawing another sketch of a garden filled with tulips. I never knew why this was one of my favourite things or rather landscapes to draw, but I always found myself drawing it. Overall, I loved to paint and draw when I was in a good mood. Maybe it was triggered by something? Like maybe my love for travel? Or Maybe it was just  because I had seen few pictures on Google and how beautiful the tulips made the place? I wasn't sure.

When thinking about travel and flowers, Netherland popped up in my mind again. What attracted me to that place was that They even have their own park just for tulips. I was just in awe how much of hard work it takes but also how dedicated people from Netherlands were.

The time for tulips is usually spring, which is my favourite time of the year as I love how everything starts to bloom again after a period full of cold. I didn't have anything against winter and the snow, I just wasn't the person who liked cold.

When thinking about the picture again, I also tried to make it look like one of those gardens they have in The Netherlands. It felt like I unconsciously put on some details I had seen on Google. I was half way done when my father called me from downstairs.

Father: Josephine! Please come down! I need your help!

I rolled my eyes, threw my sketchbook on my bed and went downstairs. Before leaving my room, I checked the time, it was 10 p.m. I just said to myself:

Me: what does he need my help with so late? It practically might! 

I closed my bedroom's door and came downstairs. When I finally saw my dad, my jaw dropped. I saw my dad with 3 boxes in his hands and practically finding it hard to maintain balance. Truth be told, I didn't know what was in the boxes but I hoped that none of them gets broken.

Me: Dad? You called me? what are you doing so late with those poor boxes?

Dad: I ordered some things online. All of them, well mostly all of these were on sale and I wanted to use this opportunity. And you never know, maybe they can be handy.

I was never getting used to my dad being like this online. Usually, when someone mentioned online shopping, my mind made up images of a woman, who didn't want leave the house and enjoyed her free time at home.

Me: Okay? What do you want me to do?

I asked neutrally. If I was in his place, I would probably be seeking help as well. Those boxes were medium sized, so I already got a hint of how much one box would weigh. He was taking slow but sure steps towards his office.

Father: Can you open the office door?

I nodded and Without any questions, i did as he asked me.  I looked at him by the door and how he struggled at first. He finally found a spot next to one of his cabinets and put the boxes down. He sighed and I already could tell he was relieved.

Dad: thank you, Jose!

Me: Sorry if I ask you this but They looked kind of heavy. What exactly did you buy?