The Other Angel

Never any makeup. Just herself.

Never any makeup. Just herself.

The impossible one. She makes everyone mad. But her children are fine. How does that happen? Well, she’s incandescent. People keep firing her. Because she’s always been smarter than the people who hire her. And she’s beautiful. With no helping hands. Somehow, that’s not something anyone is comfortable with.

Life without makeup. Just being you. That’s being true to yourself. And to the rest of us. She is the mother of two extraordinary children. Not an accident. Life is an unexpected thing. She will be the first to tell you she screwed up and was determined her kids wouldn’t do the same. They think they thought up the solutions themselves. Ha ha.

Here’s the thing. She’s so physically strong… but I saw her trying on a bridesmaid dress, and it was so gossamer and she was so suddenly frail in appearance that I withdrew to another room. Didn’t want to see. I guess I’m that old-fashioned. Because she’s another kind of angel. The difficult kind. I could hear her complaining even in her see-through gown.

What you can’t understand. She is the smartest, most beautiful girl in the room. Always. And she will never let you forget it.

Why she keeps getting fired. And fired. And fired. And fired.

But I still think she’s great. The other side of the other angel. One with a light all her own.

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