Angelic Loneliness

This post was definitely influenced by the circumstances I'm living in right now, which is why that's exactly what I saw in the featured image.

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It was a wonderful warm summer day. A light breeze barely swayed the green leaves on the trees of the cozy well-kept garden. Everything around was flooded with sunlight, which gently warmed and gave life. There was a melodious uproar. Numerous songbirds seemed to compete in some song contest known only to them.

Someone's skillful hand built a small playground in the garden. Here you could see a ladder, a sandbox, a slide and a well-worn swing, which indicates that it was a favorite pastime.

A little girl with two ponytails in a scarlet frock sits on a swing, the gentle creaking of chains in rhythm with her contemplative silence. Her look was somewhat sad.

"I'm tired of rocking myself. Dad used to rock me all the time. But now he's gone. Mom says dad became an angel. It must be a cool promotion, from a man to become a real angel. But I'm still angry with him. Now he's not around, he only comes in dreams. But what do I care about those dreams, I can't even touch him. Besides, angels can't swing anyone on a swing."

"Mom says dad left me to protect all children. Certainly, in the form of an angel, he now has more opportunities. He can instantly appear in different places, can see most of everything from above. I wonder if they gave him a flaming sword? In the picture I saw that some of the angels had flaming swords. No, they probably haven't given it yet. It still needs to be earned."

"Mom is busy all the time now. She says that it is difficult for her to keep up with everything herself. That's why she never swings me. She asks me to understand her and play alone. I can't play alone, I'm used to doing it with my dad. I'm so bored myself."

"They say you can call an angel if you pray. I tried, he didn't come. Maybe he's so busy? Why didn't he come to his child? Yes, sometimes he comes in my dreams, but then I can't ask him what I want. And for some reason, he never plays with me in a dream. He only smiles, and once he hugged me tenderly. I woke up from this. I'd rather not do that, because I missed his hugs so much after that! I cried so much..."

The girl leaned back, the swing moved. Then she leaned forward. So she was able to swing on her own. But after a few minutes she stopped. Tears fell from the eyes of the child, but they were quickly wiped from the cheeks by a small, gentle hand.

"Mom said to be strong."