I once heard someone say “fallen angel” when I was a teen. I thought it was sweet – an angel fallen from the sky. I innocently thought it would be cute to be called that.
My mom heard and immediately jumped down my throat. She was always on the lookout to attack, and I naively gave her perceived ammunition often.
I thought about that as I hung my smallest angel ornament on the Christmas tree this season.
She’s so tiny, I always worry she’ll be lost. She was purchased when I was only a year old. She’s been through a lot at this point, and is missing a wing.
But despite it all, she’s still here.
