Do you believe in angels?

Because I do.

It all started when I was in Kindergarten, years and years ago. A distant memory, but as clear as if it only happened yesterday.

It was dismissal time at school, and everyone had gone home. I suddenly realized that I left my lunch box in our classroom. But I was terrified to go back alone, especially since it was very late in the afternoon. You know how every school has their own urban legends and ghost stories? Well, that was what filled my mind. I was little, and scared.

But I had no choice. I went back, shaking with fear. Praying. At last, I reached the classroom. When I opened the door, I saw them. Angels.

They were three of them in the room, tall and dazzling. Two were writing on scrolls of paper, while the other stood at the side. Their hair was a shimmering gold, their cheeks red, their wings taller than them. You know those old paintings of angels by famous painters, or those you see in churches? Well, it was as if they had stepped out of those paintings and were now standing right before me.

I stood breathless. But then I blinked, and then they were gone. Vanished.

Up until now, I am still wondering. Were they a figment of my overactive imagination, that because I was so scared my mind made it all up? Or did I really saw angels that day?

I could never know. I will never know. But all I know is that angels do exist, and I do believe in them.

Do you?

p.s. courtesy of Pauline. Thanks!