“I don’t know how to do this,” she admitted. “The whole… feeling things. Being a person.”
“I couldn’t stop him from leaving,” Margo said quietly. “And I couldn’t stop the foster parents who yelled, or the ones who didn’t care, or the kids at school who called you ‘trash.’ But I could sit on that fire escape. I could make sure the lock jammed just enough to slow you down. I could send a warm breeze through your window on the nights you forgot to eat. Little things. They never feel like enough, but they’re all I have.” angelaboutme
Lena stared at her. Then she laughed, which sent a bolt of pain through her ribs, which made her stop laughing. “You’re not an angel.” “I don’t know how to do this,” she admitted
And slowly, painfully, the cement began to crumble. “And I couldn’t stop the foster parents who
“I always knew I had a guardian angel,” Lena said slowly. “I just thought she would look different. More wings. Less orange dust.”