Not all Angels Fly || Hemmings

"Do you remember when he used to take us to the park?" I asked him, allowing a tear to roll off my cheek.
"Yeah. He used to go on the play set with us." He chuckled sadly.
"I remember when he got stuck in the red slide." I sniff and rest my head on Michael's shoulder. He slowly rests his head on my forehead, "I miss him. So, so much" I whisper feeling another tear leave my watery eyes. ||~||

Hello there! This is my first book, and I hope you love it! If you have any advice on what I should fix, like maybe a typo or a misspelled word, please tell me. -Maddie