A Precious Little Angel

“I know you” was played, it was her favorite song. She had her eyes closed, as if trying to cling on to the words.  The audience was in awe of her. Her parents never took their eyes off her. She was perfect, their perfect little angel. She wore her princess dress. It’s what she wanted, they couldn’t say no to her. She was their precious little angle.

Her teddy-bears too were in attendance. It was like that teddy bears picnic she had been dying for. They sat in two rows. They sat proudly, proud of her, fur fluffed, bows tied, noses shining. One even held her hand. They would get through this together. Best friends till the end.

Disney was the theme of the day, she loved the princesses, and she hoped one day she could be a princess like them. Sleeping beauty, belle and Ariel all sang for her; it touched people’s hearts once again. She too was a princess to them; that’s how they would always remember her.

They all loved her. They gave her flowers and cards, pretty little cards, with flowers on the front. “Love you, always” many of them said. She got bunches of lily’s, roses and daisies. They too were beautiful. They were all over her house. They all loved her so much.

She had always loved preforming, and now she was the star of the show. It was the role of her life. She spent the last four years of her life preparing for it. She was so beautiful, that they cried, tears twirled down the cheeks of the spectators.  Her mothers’ eyes were the same colour of her pink princess dress. She just couldn’t believe that the day had come; it had come too quick for her. Her precious little angel.

She lay there, pretty in pink. She had wires and tubes no more. She could leave the hospital, without being careful. She could play with her teddies and watch the pretty princesses. But she was tired. One night she crawled onto her mummies lap, in search of a cuddle. Her mummy held her; she told her everything was going to be alright. She listened to her moth breath and sang her a song; she sang her part of your world. Her little moth breath flittered out the window that night. Her mummy held her tighter, her precious little angel.

She lay there pretty in pink. So fragile, so beautiful. She was loved oh so every much. She lay there with her little eyes closed, trying to dream.

A precious little angel.