I have someone in my life who is more than a cousin to me, she is my friend, my sister, and in a way, my angel. I love her very deeply, more than she knows, but she tries her hardest to protect me. I know miles set us apart, but I always feel her with me. If only the world were more full of people like her, then we'd all be able to feel safe.
When I was younger, my cousin came to live with me for a month, a couple of months that would be full of anger and sorrow as well as joy and happiness. I love my cousin very much. Whatever would happen in that period of time, I would always remember. I was immature and too young to realize her value to me. Every day was like a routine for me, I woke up, went to school, came back home, then go back to sleep. But my cousin did that, and more. She always had time for everyone, not leaving out one person's feelings. She always had time for her friends, time for school, time for family, and time for me. She is a strong person, a sensitive person, a protective person, and someone that I will always love. She is much like a guardian angel, but human, I'd like to consider her an angel though.
I remember a time when she was staying with us, It was a sunny summer day and I wanted to go outside and play with my friends, so I did. My friends and I loved to ride our bikes, and we were planning on going around the street a couple of times, so we did. We were just cruising along the long empty street when some older, bigger kid was charging toward us (the street bully, we all had one, right?) Anyways, he came running right for us, probably trying to steal our bikes and leave us all beat up and on the street. My friends ran, ran far far away from the scene, something I should have done.
But my house was in the direction of the kid, I had no choice but to go past him. I peddled as fast as I could, harder and harder, in hopes that he wouldn't be able to catch me, but he did. I was peddling as fast as I could when my peddles just stopped, luckily I didn't fall off my bike. My house was only a few feet away, so I jumped off my bike, and ran with it in my hands. I made it to the garage! But he was still chasing after me. I ran as fast as I could to the garage door opener and closed the door. He didn't make it in. But it didn't stop there, he started picking up sticks, acorns, and rocks and started throwing them at the garage door, in hopes that he would break it down, but he eventually left.
I was in the hot garage for a full hour, crying, thinking I was gonna die from suffication, or die if I go outside and get beat up by the kid. Finally, I gained enough courage to run to the house (the house was separate from the garage.) When I got there, I ran as fast as I could to my cousin, tears running down my face, I felt so scared. She was sick in bed, but she got up the minute she saw me, she hugged me in her arms and asked me what was wrong, so I told her. The minute I did, she stormed out of the house with a broom in her hands, ready to find that older kid, she never found him, but she was doing her best to protect me..... The way an angel would.
Sure that probably dosen't sound like much, but if you were ten years old, wouldn't you be pretty scared? I really believe that my cousin is an angel, or will become one when she dies, and whoever will get her as their angel, will be pretty darn lucky. I love her very much.
Recently, she came to visit again. This time, I was able to realize how much she meant to me. She treated me like no other person would, with kindness, love, patience, guidence, and most of all, protection and security, all characteristics of an angel. I love my cousin very much, and if only people would realize how much it means to have a living guardian angel with you, you would feel as proud, and cared for as I do now.
I love my cousin so much. She is everything for me.