Comforting Angel

My parents work really hard. Like, all the time.

When we first moved into my house that I live in now, there was this unruly, overgrown, heap of knotted and dying plants that used to be a garden. It was always the first things hat you noticed when you pulled into my drive way, and the last thing you saw when walking out the door to leave. Little five-year-old me saw this garden as an exotic jungle just waiting to be explored. My parents saw it for what it actually was: a zit of the face of our new home. So, after months and months and months of working to make our kitchen usable, and our living room livable, it was time to start the yard work. The overgrown bushes were pulled out. They laid mulch down, created paths out of stones and fixed an arbor for vines to twist and mingle on. After a while, the seeds smaller than the head of a pin grew to be plants twice the size of me, with blossoms all colors of the spectrum. It became beautiful. Occasionally my mother would add another birdfeeder, or a vintage farm decoration. She put this one statue of an angel praying, and it was always my favorite decoration in that garden. I do not really know why, but it always gave me a sense of comfort.

I got really close up to it, and took a picture. You can see the carvings and the shadows that this tiny statue creates. This picture always provides me comfort, just like the real one does, in times that I feel lost, discouraged, or angry. This angel makes me think of all the hard work that my parents did, do, and will do. When I see this picture it reminds me that working hard will always pay off, even if not right away, someday.