My Guardian Angel
By Presley Peterson
My guardian angel is forgotten. The presence of her is not felt every day, or week. My angel only arrives for special occasions, she seems to be like a distant aunt that only visits on holidays and acts surprised when she doesn’t see a three-year-old little girl wearing a princess costume. I sometimes wonder if she just wants to be remembered by me for a quick moment, like when I pass the candy aisle and feel the need to buy my ex’s favorite sweet treat. Days go by that I feel her near others. She is far away—maybe I am not her only human. Maybe I am only grateful for her when an incident has occurred, like a lukewarm Christian that only prays when they need a miracle from God. I go through my days giving her very little thought if any at all. She enjoys the praise I give her when I have had a close call. Like the time I recognized to slam on my brakes when another car was drifting into my lane. She reminded me that only a few miles prior I was oblivious to the speed limit change. I came to wonder if she was the one to place me in the dilemma in the beginning to make herself feel like the shining star.