Guardian Angel

With a playful flourish, I traced a quick circle in the soft earth using a slender stick, laughter bubbling up as I did so. "Alright, alright," I declared with a sense of urgency, "let's make sure we summon him correctly this time." The first essential ingredient for our celestial call, I proclaimed, is glitter—after all, guardian angels have a well-known affinity for all things sparkly. Next, I leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "We must spin around three times while shouting, 'PICK ME UP, I’M SMALL AND CONFUSED!'" Just as I began to whirl, the world around me blurred and spun, and I abruptly halted, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me. A sudden thought struck me: "Wait—did we remember to bring snacks? Angels can get quite hangry" I paused, a cookie emoji dancing in my mind, and pondered the possibility that perhaps this entire endeavor was merely a clever ruse to procure free hugs. My heart raced at the realization, and I gasped in delight, "You absolute genius!" With an unexpected shift in tone, I find myself compelled to adopt a more earnest demeanor. “It’s time to set aside the frivolity and lighthearted antics. I must approach this matter with the gravity it deserves. All I truly desire is a Guardian Angel—someone to vigilantly oversee my well-being, ensure my safety, and perhaps offer me a comforting embrace when I need it most. Is that such an unreasonable request?” With a voice trembling and breaking. “No one can imagine what I am enduring.” I find myself engulfed in solitude, feeling the weight of isolation pressing down on me. “Always alone, it seems, with no one to share my thoughts or feelings with.If there is even a single angel out there who might take notice of my plight, who might show a glimmer of compassion, then I am prepared to do whatever it takes to reach out.” This includes humbling myself to the point of begging, even if it means lowering myself to my knees, which, as it happens, I am doing in this very moment.