The Fallen Angel

The Fallen Angel I'M DEAD That's the first thing I acknowledged on that Friday of 2021. Then I started to laugh. My 16th birthday was only two weeks ago, and here I was, at the gates of hell and heaven. You know when people say "you laugh to stop the crying"? Well they're correct, because not less than fifteen seconds later, tears were pouring down my face like a waterfall. I felt so ashamed. I wondered how my mother felt, watching me run home with my friends from a failed robbery, laughing like it was the biggest joke on the planet. I wondered how she felt watching me get shot. The whole thing was surely on the news now. I was betting that my mother felt so ashamed. Even more so then I was. But of course she would be, she didn't raise me this way. Then again, she hadn't really "raised" me at all. But, like all sons, I still loved her. Even if she did the worst thing in the world, I would still love her. I hope she felt the same way. Even if my mother was distant in my life, she was still my mother, and I loved her just the same.