Angels
by Nike
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        On this world or the next, wherever angels are, it is heaven for me… 
        One day morning she asked me: “Do you believe in god?” 
        At that time, the window was half opened, first rays of the sunshine and the chirping of the birds drifted in the room. 
        I answered without any hesitation. “Yes.” 
        “Then where is He?  Have you ever seen Him?”  She looked very doubtful and perplexed. 
        “No, I haven't seen Him.  But I know there are angels, since angels exists, God must exist to.  Otherwise whose Gospel would the angels transmit?” 
        “What does angels look like?” 
        “That's very easy, I can describe one in very through details. Look, she does not have any wings, or any halos, but her eyes are clearer than anyone, smiles sweeter than anyone.  She would study so hard every night to 3 o'clock in the morning and go to school even when she has a fever. Sixteen right now, and in high school. And called Maila…” 
        A pillow was thrown over to my face. 
        “Nonsense!”  She derided annoyingly. “How do you prove that I am an angel?” 
        “Angel does not need proofs.”  I said, “Angels are evidence themselves, everyone knows that. No one asks an angel to prove any identity, so how would anyone know that an angel was an angel?” 
        Sophistry. 
        She said, “To hell with you. You never answer any of my questions seriously.” 
        I smiled, did not tell her the real proof. 
  	Years later, she asked me the same thing. “Do you still believe I am an angel?  After I have hurt all of our friends? After I caused much pain?  A person like me, still counts as an angel?” 
        The expression in her eyes pained me. 
        “All the same.” I told her. “You are only following God's order, doing things you were destined to do, God never took cared of his people, gave them bless at the same time receive more compensations. In order to let Jesus escape Herod, the death angel took many innocent lives. The birth of Jesus was not bought by His love and mercy, but by the blood of those children.” 
        She turned her gaze down.  “Thank you, Nike.”  She said softly.  “Though I don't know why, but no matter what I do, you are always support me. 
        I was silent, wanting to say something but just can't. 
  	Now she never asks again, in this world, I alone repeated the words for her, again and again. 
        Heaven is where angels are. 
        Anyway you are, it's heaven for me.