They say each one of us have a
Guardian Angel watching over us who protects us at all times.
They constantly do the tedious work of watching our every step to
make sure we remain safe and always do what is right.
Ever wonder how it must feel to be
a Guardian Angel? Not that you get wings, are able to fly and
all… just being there for someone you care about deeply. A love
so sincere that you're prepared to risk yourself any time,
anywhere, day in and day out to make sure that person is
It's a job for a lifetime.
Your lifetime and it's worth every
single moment, all the way.
It's the same story for me every
morning. I wake up to the sunlight streaming into my room through
the thick curtains. Sometimes I awake up feeling groggy and
cross, otherwise most days are A-okay. I can't wait to go to the
bathroom and freshen myself up to feel one with the new
But I have to wait for my brother-
to help me up and out from my bed. I must have insisted a
thousand times already and have tried probably a million times to
convince him that I can manage on my own. He turns a deaf ear
"'morning Sam. You're up
early." Nathan said as
he got a towel for me from my wardrobe.
I replied, "Yeah fell asleep
early last night… got tired of sleeping."
My brother was yawning so hard I
could almost see his tonsils. "Wow Nat, you seem exhausted.
You could have slept late, ya know."
Nat rubbed his face sleepily as he
shook his head. "Naw… I couldn't sleep any more. Now, lets get
you all cleaned up." He bent forward and lifted me in his
arms. Then he gently placed me on my wheelchair and pushed it to
After I'd freshened up, I looked
through my clothes. What shall I wear today? I chose my
usual- jeans with a comfy tee and a hoodie to brace up for the
wind outside. I like to go for walks with Nat. Speaking of whom,
he was taking longer than usual to take me out. I knew he would
be miffed if i went around myself, so I made my way to his
The sight that met my eyes made me
smile. Its football season and he comes home late everyday, stays
back for practice and stuff. And he had been to a party at a
friend's place last night, so he was really pooped out. He was
asleep at the edge of his bed, all dressed up for our walk. I
wheeled myself to him and ruffled his hair gently. He responded
by settling more comfortably. Isn't that cute, I told
myself. Soon he was in deep sleep, breathing rhythmically as I
stroked his hair.
He slowly opened his eyes after a
few minutes. When he saw me he smiled sleepily. Then, suddenly
remembering our morning ritual he had nearly slept through, he
sat bolt upright in bed. The side of his face he was lying on was
cherry-red and hair tousled. I laughed at my silly brother. He
blushed at first, but on realizing that I saw it, threw his
embarrassment to the winds.
My sweet brother, Nathan.