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levruachel · 4 years

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Meet Isidora

Before me was a little pink figure screaming and crying on a table, being cleaned by a nurse. She was almost double my height, so her screams nearly knocked me off my feet. Off in the distance, I saw a tall man smiling with yellow teeth and holding the hand of a very small and sweaty woman. On their shoulders sat two guardian angels who watched the child adoringly. The one on the man’s shoulder seemed young like me. When he saw me he started waving frantically and got the attention of the other angel - a much older and tired looking figure - who gave a slight smile and nodded at me. I nodded back, not wanting to look as eager as the wide-eyed angel who still hadn’t stopped waving.

I walked over to the child on the table and looked at her red, confused face. Poor thing, coming into the world is scary. I stroked her cheek and the screaming quieted. She seemed to be looking right at me and her face relaxed to reveal her wide, hazel eyes. I don’t care what the powers say, babies can see us. After a moment, she seemed to realize again that she was in a new, confusing place and her face crinkled back up. As she started to cry again, the nurse finished cleaning her and went to pick her up. I leaned against her and got swooped up too. The nurse handed her to the small woman who was now holding a clipboard. As the woman looked at the child with her rheumy eyes, I peered at the paper on the clipboard.

Name: Isidora

I looked back at little Isidora and grinned. I knew she would be a good kid.

“Felicidades mamá,” the man whispered. “You did it.”

The small woman let out a heavy breath. “You would think it would get easier each time,” she sighed. The man chuckled and kissed her on the head.

After the woman filled out about ten more forms than anyone who just gave birth should have to, it was time to go home. As the couple started to leave, a woman with half gray hair carrying a little boy and holding the hand of a little girl came up to them.

“Oh! Look at this precious gift!” the gray-haired woman exclaimed.

“Yolanda, you’ll startle her!” The small woman snapped. She was still sweating and her legs looked like they might turn to jello at any second.

“Patricia,” the tall man started, “you look exhausted. Let me take her.” The woman weakly nodded and handed the child and me over to the man. His tobacco and vodka tainted breath was pouring from his yellow smile.

The little girl twirled her long dark hair and looked up at the man, waiting for him to invite her to come closer. Her angel seemed distracted and troubled; his young eyes looked empty and stared off int the distance. Yolanda noticed her gaze and said, “Go on, Valentina.” Valentina broke away from the woman to try to get a closer look at the baby. The man knelt down and she stroked Isidora’s head.

Isidora looked up at her curiously and Valentina smiled. “I’m gonna be your best friend, little sister,” she whispered. Isidora looked at her with glossy eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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levruachel · 4 years

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Levruachel

I found myself sitting in a waiting room.

I let out a thoughtful sigh as I sunk into the plush chair. The only sound was the flipping of the pages of a book from the front desk. It was both a sad and joyous moment for me. Timothy, my second life, had just passed away surrounded by his loved ones, feeling content and fulfilled with his life. That went perfect. I smiled and shed a tear at the same time when another guardian angel sitting across the room noticed me. Even though we don’t age, you can always tell how old an angel is by the sunkenness in their eyes and their solemn expression, and the one looking at me appeared to be ancient. He strolled over and sat across from me. “Good life, huh?”

I smiled even wider and nodded. “It was incredible,” I beamed, “I don’t think it could have gone better.” The other angel gave me a knowing smile, but I couldn’t decide if he could relate to me or if he knew something I didn’t. “What about your’s?”

“It was nice.” He paused for a moment to think. “It was a woman with a husband and daughter. She died of a heart attack at fifty-two.” I stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue recalling her life, but he didn’t. “You seem young.” He remarked. “Which life was this for you?”

“My second, going on my third.”

“Hm. You think you got it all figured out yet?” He gave me another knowing smile but was a little more snarky this time.

“There’s always more to learn, but I think I know what I’m doing, generally.” I responded humbly. I don’t blame him for doubting me, most angels my age don’t know what they’re doing, but I am pretty good at guiding lives. I mean, my first two lives were perfect. Both of them died content, successful, and surrounded by family. I’m blessed with the ability to guide well.

Just then, the angel at the front desk looked up from his book and called “Nikel!” I nodded at the other angel and walked up to the desk. “Are you ready to go back out there?” the desk angel grinned at me.

“Always,” I said grinning back. The door next to him opened up, leading to the office of a Power.

The Power was sitting at his desk, his eyes focused on the records of the recently deceased and the soon to be born. I walked in slowly. “Come sit.” He said. I sat down and stared at him for a little bit while he scowled at the papers. He seemed to suddenly remember that I was sitting there and briefly looked up to say “Your next assignment is a girl in Sacramento, California. She was born-” he looked at the intricately crafted golden clock to his left, “40 seconds ago.” He nodded in the direction of the assignment door behind me and went back to his papers.

I stood up and faced the passageway to my next ninety years or so. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

step through the door

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