Icarus' p.o.v
I give my guardian angel aka Melissa a real tight bear hug. "Mel, I thank you for saving my life" I
thank her. "You are welcome, sweetie" Melissa smiles. She accompanies me to a nearby gift
shop. A pair of beautiful shoes capture my attention. "Christmas is coming up soon. I haven't
brought anything for my Aunt Alex yet. My mother died in childbirth five days before Christmas.
Alex has been raising me. She loves to dance sometimes. Should I buy these shoes for her?"
I share with Melissa.
