Secret #3

As a girl, my best friend was an angel.

Some children have imaginary friends. I had an angel. I used to sit in an old oak tree at night and talk to her. The moon and stars were always there with us, as though encouraging us. My angel loved me unconditionally. She would rock me and hold me in the crook of the giant tree. She even told me I would do great things someday. I didn’t even know what…