Life with an Angel (Chapter 1, page 2 of 17)


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Chapter 1

The story is about an Angel named Mary Margaret. My name is Joe Anderson, and this is our story about our life with an Angel.

It began in the late 1950's. Mitch, my little brother, was ten and I was twelve. It was a wonderful time when life for me was fun and carefree. Mitch and I lived on a farm located in Shelby County, Indiana. The farm was on twenty-six acres overlooking the Brandywine Creek. It was a beautiful setting, as the back of the house looked down on a meadow that stretched right up to the creek. The scene outside my bedroom window was always changing with the seasons. Fall was my favorite. On many occasions, I enjoyed seeing large numbers of deer running through the meadows and drinking water from the creek.

It was a time when I was beginning to feel I was the man of the house, because Dad was always busy working around the farm, working in the fields, and at times, traveling long distances to attend agricultural conferences. Mitch was the baby, and I always thought of him as soft and spoiled. I would teasingly say, "Mitch, when I was ten, I was out hunting squirrels with my .22 rifle; you just sit around sucking your thumb."

My best friend was Amy. She too was twelve, and lived about a half mile away; she was the closest friend I had to play with. I didn't mind she was a girl -- I was glad to have her friendship. Besides, I liked the way she seemed so impressed with me. Amy lived with her dad. About two years prior, her mom and dad divorced and her mom moved to Detroit. That was a hard time for Amy. I think that is when our true friendship began. I tried to be supportive. It was a sad time for her, although she seemed to handle it really well, at least on the outside.

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