
Noah and the Angel
Noah was a quiet boy who rarely initiated conversation. His parents worried, but he was polite, always replying to questions, and the many doctors they had consulted over his five years of life, had given him a clean bill of health. His Grandma called him a “thinker, in touch with a different world.”
When his sister was born Noah surprised everyone. He approached the crib with tears in his eyes.
“She’s an angel,” he murmured.
Indeed, with her gorgeous chubby face, she did resemble the cherubs on the ceiling of the local church. They called her Angela; Noah called her Angel.
It was as if Noah had been saving his words for just this occasion. His parents were delighted, a new baby daughter and a now vocal son who spent hours gazing at her. Noah would ask Angela questions, pretending the baby could answer.
One day Noah’s mother heard him ask,”Where are your wings little Angel?”
“Angela won’t need wings on earth,” she smiled gently. “She’ll get them when she goes to heaven.”
“I don’t want her to go to heaven,” Noah sobbed, “Who will I talk to?”
“You have a lifetime to talk with your sister Noah, and you can always talk to me.”
“You don’t know the answers like Angel does,” he replied. “Angel says she is leaving, she wasn’t supposed to come.”
“You’re being silly, Angela isn’t going anywhere, she’s part of our family.”
Noah bought his sister a present, ready for her first birthday and carefully hid it in his room.
Two weeks before Angela was one year old, she cried out suddenly and stopped breathing. Noah stood dry eyed as he watched his parents and the paramedics attempt to revive her.
“She couldn’t grow her wings,” he whispered. “She should have waited; I said I would help.”
At the funeral, Noah placed Angela’s birthday present on the coffin, a beautiful pair of iridescent fairy wings.
“You should have stayed little Angel,” he admonished sadly. “I told you that you could have wings and still stay.”
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleVery touching and thought provoking. It’s intriguing how young children approach life with such innocence. I wish we could retain more of it.
Thank you Paula.
I’ve always felt children sense so much more than the rest of us. What a heart-warming relationship Noah had with his baby sister, finding his voice and trying so hard to save her. Beautifully written Mary.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThanks Linda.
A little boy who finds a friend and an ally against a world that doesn’t understand him but she leaves him too early. I love the gentle touch you used to show his sorrow and the terrible knowledge he carried.
Thanks for reading Greene.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI’m reminded of the saying ‘Let the children teach us’. A sad story but his attitude can teach us all. Lovely story, Mary ?
Thanks Sandra.
This is such a sad little story Mary, but so very sweet. Almost as though dear Angela had a job to do before she could depart.
Bless little Noah, I hope he realises she’s still with him ❤
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you for your lovely comments.
There seem to be children who have visions and knowledge that grownups don’t understand. Noah seems to be one of those and the story about him is very captivating. Great work, Mary!
Glad you enjoyed it Christer.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleOh! Mary, you have a way of tugging at the heart strings don’t you. A lovely story through the eyes of a child. Well written Mary.
Thank you so much Eric.
Mary, you are more than welcome ?!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleNoah seems to be a child who is wise, well beyond his years. Your story is so touching and made me feel rather emotional. Beautifully written, I’m so glad I had the opportunity to read it.
Thank you Carrie, I’m thrilled that my story touched you.
This is so touching. My heart bleeds as I read this story, Mary. I love Noah for his wise and innocent approach. Well done! It penetrated my heart.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleSo glad it moved you Lotchie.
You’re welcome, Mary.