At around 6:57pm tonight, I pointed out to Maw (and Paw) if they can locate the angel in an old (black and white) photograph of a well-dressed family.
She, of course, didn’t have her eyeglasses. In a few seconds she said: “It’s only a hat.” But I said: “Ah! But that hat symbolizes the halo of an angel.”
Her Maw gave it to her so that she could wear it during the snapshot. It was white in color and encircled her head, much like an angel wearing a halo.
When Maw was born, there was an old man who came by the house and informed my maternal grandmother that among her children, this one will be successful. Maw said that there were lots of new items around the time of her birth, too. My maternal grandmother held onto the words of the old man and worked hard to make sure that Maw will have fulfilled her destiny.
Fast forward over forty years later, and now y’all know our purpose. Take heed.
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