Mimi sat on her bed,history and science books spread along the covers,along with an math book with a couple torn pages. Mimi sighed and brushed back a lock of her blonde hair. The door opened a creak."Whose there?" A little boy walked in.Her brother.He was only two and instead of being outgoing like most little kids he was shy and kept quiet most of the time. his oversized sweatshirt fell to the the floor and dragged whenever he walked,and his mop of blonde hair fell over his one eye. "Vincent,what do you need?"
He looked down to the ground,and reached inside the many folds of the sweat shirt and pulled out a photograph.He made his way over to the bed and put it on mimi's lap.It wasn't just any picture,it was an ultasound picture. mimi smiled and picked Vincent up and put him on her lap,moving the picture out of the way. "it's late you should be asleep."
"couldn't sleep." He replied in a whisper.
"Why not?" he shrugged.
"Come on ,let's get you some cereal and maybe you can fall asleep. mimi put vincent down and the two walked downstairs creeping past their parents bedroom.Mimi poured Vincent a bowl of cereal as he held onto the picture,sitting at the dinning room table.
Vincent ate the food and suddenly looked sleepy.Mimi smiled and looked at the clock. 1:00 A.m. time for bed. The two walked back up the stairs,Vincent sidetracked into their parents room.Mimi grabbed him just before he was going to climb up into bed. He looked at her. "you'll wake them up.And mom needs all the sleep she can get." Vincent nodded,and let Mimi lead him back to his room.She tucked him in and kissed his forehead. Within minuetes he was fast asleep,she could see his chest go up and down in a ryhtmic breahting under the sweatshirt.Mimi gently took the photo from his sleeping hands,and looked at it. Mom,said that me and Vincent were gifts.From an angel dad had said. Mom and Dad were married at a young age,dad almost didn't make it through his teenage years,because of a fight with cancer.But then he met my mom and he said he fell madly in love with her,she saved his life,in many ways.That's what love does I guess,it heals and creates.
Although I'm only 9 I understand a lot,and am smart for my age,besides I feel like I have to be strong,not only for myself,but for vincent too,and if I can show mom and dad how strong I am,maybe then they can understand why I need to spread my wings.To fly into something wonderful and great.i need to fly.
I have no friends,they all make fun of the way I look or the way i talk.I was the opposite of Vincent,when I was little I was the most outgoing person,but when I got older I quieted down and people didn't really like me that much.Sure I was kind to them but still I was doing something wrong. I couldn't bear to tell my parents I didn't have any friends,they have enough to worry about.I have Vincent and them,who said you can't be best friends with your family?
That just makes me all the more thankful for them,and I know it was hard for them but now they have me and Vincent,and another on the way. Like I said my dad had fought cancer and the doctors said it might be hard for him and my mom to have kids,but they defied the odds,the science and reason,and I was born,and soon Vincent came.They said they had a gurdian angel looking out for them,and for us.An Angel. with wings.