e-Notions…where Edge Readers Can Write Readers share their notions on the word “Angel” My first memory is of blue and green radiant, beautiful angels sitting on the floor beside me. My parents are worried. They fight about doctors and whether I will ever walk. My mother lifts me by the hands while my father holds my feet on the floor. In this way, I am standing. Wrong. Wrong. I know this is wrong. I cry because I cannot yet speak. The angels move in closer to me. They touch my legs … [Read more...]
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