Heart of an Angel

She had forgotten it was Mother’s Day.

She doesn’t like being pampered, much preferring being the person doing the pampering. Yet, I knew she was soft. I knew her inside out.

She has no mother. Her biological one left her and her stepmother wants nothing to do with her. Her mother-in-law is well-intentioned, but it’s not the same.

The greatest gift I could give was the chance to be what she never had. She has one daughter, one chance. I try, but I continually mess it up. Thankfully, God has eternal chances for those who truly try.

The only thing I had was a sheet of white construction paper. I googled instructions on how to make an origami paper heart, having never done that successfully before.

On its competition, it was beautiful: perfect, clean, pure—like the heart of an angel. She deserved no less.

There was a little rectangular piece on the back formulated from all the folding, and on this I wrote the following haiku:

“Precious loving friend

Mother you mean everything

Always there for me”

I placed this card by her bedside.