It was always that scene that brought me awake, with tears rolling uncontrollably down my cheeks. That image that never fails to bring a sharp pain down my throat all the way to my chest.

About 6 years back, my mother died in a devastating accident. In my memory, she was pretty. She had long wavy hair and her features were defined. But she always had this sorrow written on her face and as a child, I was quite perplexed.

She has everything. We have everything. From what we wear, eat and even the house we lived in. My friends envied me for my life and I really couldn’t comprehend my mother’s overwhelming sadness. Growing up made me realise and discover the truth, the ugly ways things worked in the higher social class.

My mother, she died trying to escape that horrible house.

That guy who saves you from your misery? He might be your angel.Saves you from hell and brings you heaven,could he be the one that you are waiting for?Is he?or is he not?

When you are working very hard to realise your dreams, trying to make clear of your own feelings but gets tangled and tripped over obstacles, a hand reached out to you. The hand that reached out to you, it belongs to an angel, an angel that is going to be in your life forever.He did his very best to help you, gives you comfort and make you feel warm. He's an angel, he's your angel, that is in your life.
 

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