“When angels fall to earth, no one notices.”
I stare at my grandma with all her soft wrinkles and twinkly eyes.
“Are you an angel grandma?”
“Oh no of course not child.”
“Are you sure?”
She smiles and nods her head

The sun is warm on my back, the sand soft in between my splayed fingers. I sigh and listen to the waves crash over and over.
That had been nearly six years earlier, the last time I had seen my grandmother since her death when I was 8. That’s also when my mother had wanted me. When her boyfriend never took a liking to me I went to my aun’t house. She never came around after that. I didn’t mind my aunt. She was kind and let me have my childhood, but still it wasn’t the same as a real mom.
I had belived in my grandmother when she spoke of angels. For years I had kept my eye out for one. But I never did find one, I gave up after my 12th birthday.