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"Are you an angel?"
"Yes."
"Then where are your wings?"
"I've lost them." The man's voice was raw with emotion. The girl had watched him fall from there sky through her bedroom window and now he stood in front of her, the tears in his eyes reflecting the light from the fire above. A cool breeze rustled the trees and the girl watched as the man shook with them, his eyes trained firmly on the falling stars. So she left him there, in the woods behind her house, as she ran back inside to gather what she needed to make things right again.
It took all of twenty minutes, ten of those spent trying to sneak past the babysitter who had fallen asleep on the couch, and she returned to find the man in the exact spot he had been in before. She tugged gently on the sleeve of his coat and he fell to his knees, staring vacantly at the yellow backpack she had placed in front of him. Opening it slowly, she pulled out the items one by one: a blanket to wrap around him, her favourite teddy bear for him to hold; six oreos and a juice box which were placed carefully into his shaking hands; a package of band aids that covered every scratch he had, and a packet of stickers that soon adorned his face and coat. As she stood back to admire her handiwork, she was puzzled to see that none of it had stopped the quivering or the tears. So she left again, longer this time as she dug through her closet to find the last piece to complete him, a remnant from last year's Halloween costume.
When she returned, she held the item gently in her arms, as though all the value in the world lay in it. Carefully slipping the elastic straps over his shoulders, she took extra care to straighten every little white feather to perfection. This last addition only made the man sob more; his head sinking low into his hands as he sought relief from the destruction that surrounded him. The broken man would not be so easily fixed.
Powerless to do anything more, the little girl cried with him, wrapping both of her arms around one of his own, squeezing as hard as she could so that maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to hold him together. And that's how they stayed, a girl and her angel shielding one another from his world as it came crashing down around them.