I saw my first Angel when I was little, about a year ago. I was six. There were fireworks in the clouds one night, far, far away. I only got to see fireworks once before then, when my Da’ took me to a party. But they were heaps bigger this time, and heaps far away, and made really loud bangs. Everyone stayed inside this time.
I saw my first Angel the next day. It was a funny shape, not like us. But they were white, and they did fly. They had big, flat heads, and long bodies that were behind them, and big flat arms that they held out wide. They had little black snouts too, on their heads.
“Is that an Angel, Da’?”
Da’ looked down to me, ‘cause I was sitting on his legs. “Yes, my son. The Angels are here to watch over you.”
I could see he was worried. I know’d my Da’. He’s the bravest man there was. “Are you scared of the Angels, da’?”
He took a while to say anything back to me. “The Angels are big and strong.” He pinched my arm. “They are stronger even than you, my mighty son!”
I giggled. “And they fly, too!”
“But so do you!” he shouted. He picked me up under the arms and threw me into the sky. I squealed as I flew, too. How much fun those Angels must have, to fly all the time. Then he caught me and hugged me to him.
“But you must be careful,” he said, as he held me and looked at my face with his big, brown eyes. “When the Angels are angry, they can hurt you.”
“Why would they hurt me? God’s Angels would love me.”
Da’ smiled. “Even God gets angry with us sometimes. He must have been angry when he took mum.”
I reached out and wiped a tear from his cheek. “Don’t be sad,” I said, smiling my hardest to make Da’ happy. “Mum will be watching us and loving us for the rest of our lives.”
I think Da’ tried to squash me then. When he let me go and put me down, his cheeks were wet. Then his eyes went wider than I ever seen.
He reached out and grabbed me and pulled me behind his legs. “Ow!” I yelled as I scraped my knee on the ground.
Then I saw it; one of the Angels, coming over to speak with us. It was fast, but then it got slow and stopped, right in front of us. I reached out, ‘cause I wanted to pat one of its snouts, but Da’ stopped me.
“Inno-sunts!” Da shouted that word again and again, while pushing me back towards our house. I never knew what ‘inno-sunts’ was, but Da’ kept shouting it.
The Angel stayed there, above our heads, but with its snouts pointing at us. Its Angelwings were really loud, all I could hear was the whooshing and my da’ shouting.
Then something hit the Angel. It was so fast, I only saw sparks. The Angel fell, almost to the ground, before it whooshed even louder and came back up. Da tripped on me, and I feel to the ground. Then the Angel barked, really loud and fast, and Da fell over, and he squished me.
The Angel stayed for a while. But then it left. I pushed Da’, ‘cause he was still squishing me, but he was playing games, and didn’t get up. I wiggled out, but my leg was stuck, ‘cause Da’ is heaps heavier than me.
He must have thought of a new game, ‘cause he’d put tomato juice on his shirt. There was heaps of juice. I like tomato juice.
A man came out, from behind our house. He lifted Da’ and helped me out.
“My name is Uncle Simon,” he said. I didn’t know I had an uncle. He carried a big metal stick hung over his shoulder.
Da’ kept wanting to play his game, and kept lying down.
“Da’!” I shouted. “You can get up now!” He didn’t move. Tears started to come down my cheeks, now. I looked up at Uncle Simon. “Why won’t he get up and finish his game? Was the Angel angry at him?”
Uncle Simon sat on the ground next to me. “The Angels are evil, my boy. They hate us.”
“They hate me? Why? I’m good! Da’ says so.”
“They hate you, and they hate me, boy.”
“Come with me, boy, and I’ll teach you why. And then I’ll teach you a new game.”
One day, when Uncle Simon finishes teaching me his new game, and takes me back to see my da’, I’ll ask him what rules his game had, and we can play together again.