Angles and Friends I will tell you a story about how I meet two little angles who warm my heart. Just the part of a long story. My aunt is a teacher. Three months ago, she had an traffic accident. Her right leg was bone fracture and she had been hospitalized for two months. One day I visited her, she was very happy and wanted me to help her something. She wanted me to teach two little kids in four weeks. And that was the first time I met two lovely angles who had the sad story. These kids didn't live with their parents. Their parents got divorced a few years ago. "Their mom got married another. So did the Dad. No one needed these kids." They have lived with the old, strange woman since they were born in the large house. The first time I came in, I thought that how they could live in this cold and cheerless house. The kids were a little bit shy when they saw me. They hid under the stairs and looked at me sneakily. However, I still realized something called happy in their beautiful eyes. Something called lonely and something wanted more love. All these things melted my heart. "Hi pretty angles." I told them angles, and they smiled with me. The bright smile of the young. I had stayed with them for four weeks. I taught them everything, from the lessons of the books to the fun when we played. There was something that surprised me. When I asked them. "What did you do when you're home, sweeties?" They showed me the television, show me their game machines, show me a lots high technological equipments. "We played game! Then we watched TV!" My Jesus. "How about your Mom and Dad? Did they meet and play with you?" "No, they didn't. They never come home." Their faces were calm and peaceful. I couldn't find something happy, some memories. I felt so sad. What happened with this crazy world? "Did you want to do something news together? No more these boring." The kids nodded their head, I leaded them go outside to the garden. That day, I show them what blind-man's-buff, hide-and-seek were. I show them what "play" really meant. If you could see their stunning smile, happy face, you would feel your heart was melting. Just like me. These angles can warm your heart magically. Like the ways they always do with my heart. Four weeks gone, I really miss them. But don't worry, I visit them every Sundays. Right now they don't call me teacher anymore. Because these angles get a new friend. Maybe it's just the aged friend. That is my boring story. What about you? Do you have any story want to tell? MeB. (Mễ Bối)
