Winter had come and passed, and I found myself on a nice summer day. The summer breeze swept through my hair, and the sun beat down on me while I stood watching two young girls who were playing together in a garden right across the street and over a white picket fence. They just sat in front of each other taking turns placing colorful flowers in each others' hair almost like they were bestowing a high honor to each other. The one girl looked quite older than the other, but they were still roughly within four years of each other: probably just two sisters enjoying a nice day with each other.
My focus on the two girls couldn't be redirected. It seemed whenever I tried to look away, they were still before my eyes; and every time a stranger passed the street they were blurry. Regardless, I kept my focus on the girls, but I couldn't really get a good look at their faces. I could only notice that the younger girl was wearing a very fancy grass-green dress with buttons down the side, and the older girl was wearing a pale yellow skirt with a white shirt. They both had flowing, black hair which reached just to their bosom.
The girls then looked to the house abruptly and saw their beautiful mother walk out. The girls then ran to their mom and swung their arms around her. She looked kindly down at them while she slowly crouched down to their height to give them each a kiss on the cheek. It was obvious that she was a loving mother.
Before I knew it, I was standing right by the picket fence with my head rested in between the valley that the pointed pickets made. From here, I could hear the girls' voices chanting 'Play with us mommy!' while they pulled her hand.
"And what would you want to play?" asked the mother tenderly.
The girls then paused and looked at each other. Simultaneously, they nodded at each other then shouted, "Tag!"
"Okay, but you better run fast, or I might catch you!" she said energetically.
The three ran around in the garden both screaming and laughing in play. They were running in circles around the garden chasing after each other, and seeing all the joy just had to make me smile when I watched. It felt like they were overflowing with joy that it made me a part of all the happiness somehow.
"Angel... Angel!" I heard a shout come from behind me. I turned around, and it was Raguel coming up the street. He again shouted, "Angel, come now we must be getting ready!"
I felt a forceful shake on my arm, and hastily sat up in my bed. I wiped my eyes and saw Raguel tearing through my drawers for clothes. He patiently said, "Angel, wake up. We mustn't have you late for your first church service. I will be outside the door if you need anything, but please do hurry."
I nodded my head tiredly and slowly got out of bed. I changed into the red dress and black stockings that Raguel had just got done setting out for me, and placed a red bow into my hair. I then looked into the mirror and timidly called Raguel on the other side of the door.
"Yes?" he answered.
"I don't know..." I stopped as my face lit up in embarrassment then continued, "Can you help me do my hair?"
I heard him sigh as he walked back into the room. He stood straight and said with confusion, "Well, it looks fine to me."
"I was hoping... that maybe you could make it a little special?" I realized he wasn't as moved as I had hoped he would be, so then I added in a drastic attempt, "I don't really like straight hair. And it is my first church and..."
I could tell he easily saw that I was practically begging him to do it for me. He smirked toward my attempts to persuade him and replied, "Okay, come here. I'll make it as special as I can."
I jumped in joy for the victory which I had just won, even though I knew that he did it more for the sake of being kind. While he did my hair, it was like watching an artist paint a portrait. He did everything so quickly, as he was held to a tight schedule, but still so perfectly. When he finished, my eyes grew and glittered in awe. It was beautiful; I had never seen my hair so pretty before! Then, to make it even better, he placed the red bow in the best spot, which made me feel like a princess with her most decorative crown.
I stared in the mirror admiring my hair then said still amazed, "Thank you."
As if he had seen it hundreds of times before and like nothing had happened, Raguel just smiled and replied as he walked out of the room, "Well, hopefully that will do for now, but we should go and wait for the congregation to come for church."