When I was three or four years old, I was fascinated by the angels in my mother's story. Mom said that there is always a waiting angel by my side. I believe what my mother said.
When sitting in a chair, I always try my best to squeeze out some space for angels; When I was lying in bed, I whispered to the angel that I hoped to see her one day. I have a clear image of her in my mind; He is wearing a soft white gauze skirt, with beautiful wings and a mysterious aura.
When I was 6 years old, I participated in the religious drama of the nativity at school, and my fascination with angels reached its peak during this period. My mother filled my mind with wonderful stories about people, which made me spend a happy childhood in my hometown in Ireland and made me a visionary and an optimist in the future.
On the contrary, my grandmother doesn't believe all this at all. She only knows how to work nonstop and worry about food and drink for the whole family day after day. My mother is gentle and beautiful, while my grandmother is strong, but she always looks exhausted. She was the kindest and most unreasonable woman I had ever met: she only believed in actions and never believed in words. When the woman next door was bleeding in the middle of the night because of miscarriage, my mother kept crying beside her, and my grandmother immediately ran a mile and a half to find a doctor.
Grandma is the backbone of the neighbors. People inevitably need help in one way or another, and she is willing to help everyone. I often see him delivering milk and food to some families. Her natural frankness and generosity made the recipient feel no embarrassment. She tries to make clothes for us. When there is no hope, she cooks every meal for us like a magician.
When I grew up, I transferred my fascination with angels to the serious study of angels, trying to prove the real existence of angels. I met people who claimed to have seen angels and listened to them talk about how they recovered from a serious illness, or how they miraculously escaped the disaster.
There was a little boy who cried hard until the whole family got on the bus, which delayed the whole family getting on the bus. Later, something happened to the train. The boy said that he had seen angels before, and she told him not to get on the train. Grandma doesn't believe this story. She said, "If so, why don't angels save everyone?"
Nine years ago, grandma passed away. Something seems to have collapsed in my heart, and she took away something called vitality. No one can replace the feeling she left me.
Every day's reports are full of sin, murder and pain. Even during the day, I often feel fragile and timid. I often imagine that my 3-year-old daughter may be kidnapped or murdered. I tried my best to put her under my guardianship.
About a year after grandma died, I went to the gas station to refuel, and when I paid the money, I found my wallet missing. Is it lost or stolen? Tears swirled unconsciously in her eyes. At this time, a man standing behind me put the money on the counter and comforted me, saying, "Don't be sad, this kind of thing can happen to anyone." He walked away quickly before I could thank him.
It was a turning point for me, and I found that my foothold in proving the existence of angels seemed to be wrong.
Angels are everywhere in life. She will occasionally appear among friends, family or strangers with love and true feelings. When you realize this, you can often see her, be infected and be encouraged.
Angels don't have beautiful wings, and they don't necessarily wear soft gauze skirts. They are definitely not what I imagined when I was a child. He may look like a waiter, a teacher or a mechanic at a gas station. They acted like ... just like my grandmother.
My daughter sometimes asks about my grandmother. Not long ago, she said, "Is your grandmother an angel now?" I said, "Daughter, she has always been an angel."
Angel, English name is Angel, transliterated as Angel, and Jacqueline is a French name, generally transliterated as Jacqueline.
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