Angel's Blessing

It was at the park back then, when I found myself sitting on the swing, basking in the sunset while gazing at the sky. “Hey.” The girl beside me suddenly called. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” She asked me inquisitively, though the way she said it told me it was more of a conversation starter than a true question. If you asked me that, then I could only think that there is nothing I want to be. Though lacking a wish of my own, I had thought that maybe seeing what others had achieved would help me discover what I lacked. “I’ll help you with your dream.” I said. So it was made, the long, stretching, precious promise on that day.