His Guardian Angel
~seikiunne11
There was once a boy who was born blind. He was mostly alone. No one took care of him. No one even took notice of him. No one loved him, except one.
His sad fate brought tears to god’s eyes. He was helpless and alone, how would he survive? So god asked an angel to go down to earth to be the guide of the blind boy. But there was one rule: no matter how much she loved, or grew to love the boy, she should never make her presence be felt. Why? Because celestial beings were forbidden to have contact with mortals, they should never meddle with human life. And if mortals found that they existed, they would use them until they were satisfied. But as men they are, they will never be satisfied.
She took the risk and agreed to god’s condition, she had high hopes for the boy. She believed he is good, and will be good. In return, god took her voice, so that she would never be able to speak to him, not even a whisper.
He was smart. He was hard-working. He had potential. The only problem was his disability. This hindered him to have some opportunities. She had to be his eyes in his daily life, without him knowing that she was always there beside him.
When he was at home, she guided him around the house, clearing his path so he won’t trip or bump into things. She also helped him in the kitchen, making sure what he needed was nearby, secretly cutting or peeling whatever he needed, and turning off or lowering flames when she knew the cooking was done. She also helped him during bath time, although the innocent angel she was, she dared not to peek when she was naked. The mere thought of it made her blush like a devil. And every day, after all work was done, her favourite task was to cover him up with sheets when he had fallen deep asleep. Since she had no voice, she had given up her beautiful voice; all she could do was play the harp. She played it beautifully and that always lulled him to peaceful sleep. This was the angel’s routine when they were at home.
When he was out on the streets, going to his special classes, she would fly high above him, guarding him from whatever could hurt him. She would throw bits of gusty wind at him, left and right, indicating which side he should avoid. It took her several tries to make him understand what it meant, of course without telling him anything. Until time went by, he could easily walk to school, or to the market, or to the bookstore without bumping or tripping on anything.
Life went on peacefully for him; his guardian angel was happy and satisfied. She felt secure watching him as he read, or played the piano, or just listened to music as he sat beside the open window. While she, would sit on the window sill, watching his face being touched by sunshine.
Years went on and the time has come. He was at the ripe age to fall in love.
It was never god’s plan to hurt anyone; the boy nor his angel. But fate played around them unexpectedly.
One day, the boy, now a young man, made a trip to the bookstore. He wanted to buy a new book, not in the ironic sense for it was impossible for his condition. Braille books were available there specifically for him. The bookstore keeper had few, he couldn’t offer much at the moment since he was the only customer who needed such, and also because audio books have become popular now. He suggested the boy to try the audio book. The boy declined and explained he preferred having something to hold, something he could do in his quiet room. And in his mind he’d be imagining to hear again that strange music in his dreams. He bought the book he got interested in, and he went home. He couldn’t help wondering why he chose it; it was a story of love.
He read the story of a young boy falling in love with a young girl. In his mind played how beautiful love was, how spring looked like, how flowers bloomed and danced in the morning sun, and how it looked and how it was to hold someone’s hand. That way he learned of love, he learned of beauty, and he learned of the opposite sex. His angel, always sitting opposite him as he read, was curious but uncertain. Yes indeed she was an angel, but she had no power to read ones thoughts, nonetheless feel what is in ones heart. As the boy learned of love, his angel started to learn jealousy and doubt.
TO BE CONTINUED
6/1/13
1:15am
*Authors note: My mood died, and along with it my writing momentum. Writers block is awful.*
