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Golden Angels
As I sat at my laptop, I stared silently at the blank screen in front of me, the word document open; waiting. Waiting for me to begin to write; waiting for me to feed my family; waiting for me to become a man.
My wife died last year, and since then I have found myself unable to work. Everything I did, everywhere I went; every little thing reminded me of her. On many an occasion I found myself weeping in front of my children and they were forced to be my pillar of strength through my weakness. It hurt, and I felt less like a Father every time.
Turning my head, I looked through the patio to watch my two little girls playing in the spring breeze. They were beautiful, like two tiny angels dancing in the afternoon sun; invisible golden wings keeping them aloft as they chased after each other. Smiling, I found myself entranced by them; had I the choice I would simply watch them all day. My smile quickly vanished as I remembered that money was running dangerously low; the bailiff had threatened to evict us several times already.
I found myself almost weeping again at our circumstances. I had failed them, and they were too innocent to understand.
As I sat at my laptop, I stared silently at the blank screen in front of me, the word document open; waiting. Waiting for me to begin to write; waiting for me to feed my family; waiting for me to become a man.
My wife died last year, and since then I have found myself unable to work. Everything I did, everywhere I went; every little thing reminded me of her. On many an occasion I found myself weeping in front of my children and they were forced to be my pillar of strength through my weakness. It hurt, and I felt less like a Father every time.
Turning my head, I looked through the patio to watch my two little girls playing in the spring breeze. They were beautiful, like two tiny angels dancing in the afternoon sun; invisible golden wings keeping them aloft as they chased after each other. Smiling, I found myself entranced by them; had I the choice I would simply watch them all day. My smile quickly vanished as I remembered that money was running dangerously low; the bailiff had threatened to evict us several times already.
I found myself almost weeping again at our circumstances. I had failed them, and they were too innocent to understand.
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This was originally written as a piece for an editorial tutorial of my Open University Creative Writing course. It's been hidden on my laptop for three years now, haha. I've been trying to clean my laptop, hence I found it! I hope you like it 
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