Angel Kisses

    I believe that everybody has somebody watching over them.
I was born with two "angel kisses", one on each side of my head. Scientifically, "angel kisses" are the most common type of birthmark characterized by patches of pink, purple, or slightly red marks on the skin. They don't usually disappear, and they remain throughout adulthood. From a young age, my definition was completely different. From when I could remember my mother told me they were kisses from my Grandmother and brother, Matthew. She explained they both kissed me before I came down to her and my father.
I was so young I believed it. They weren't able to be with me on Earth so they sent me with proof of always being there for me. As the years went on I never really thought about it, until one life-changing day.
On December 2, 2011, I witnessed my father have a heart attack right in front of me. I saw my mother and brother revive my dad back to life. I heard the paramedics say, "Don't watch... stand clear, delivering shock." I watched the ambulance pull out of my driveway with my father, barely alive, in the back of it. My ten-year-old brain had no clue how to understand, what was happening to my father.
As I was waiting in the emergency room, I thought , What is going to happen, if he doesn't make out alive, or what will happen to my mother? There was a constant flow of tears and scary thoughts going through my body. I heard the doctor explain to my mother,
"Your husband had a heart attack. He is stable now, but he needs to have open heart surgery, to have stents put in, and a balloon."
I had no idea what any of this meant, but all I knew was that I wanted my father back. The father that tucked me into bed, helped me with homework, and made me laugh uncontrollably.
About four hours later, the doctor came back into the private room with my mother, where I was sitting with both my brothers. He explained to my brothers and I,
"Your father is okay, he is stable. He is getting set up in a room now. His heart attack was on the widowmaker side of his heart, which means, he is one lucky guy to be alive. The mortality rate can be up to 70%."
The sigh of relief blew over me like a gust of wind. My dad was going to me okay, I thought to myself.
I walked into his room and saw him lying there completely still. I saw the tubes engulf his body completely. I heard that one single beep, reminding me that he will be okay. At that moment I realized, my Grandmother and Matthew had been there with me the whole day, protecting me and saving my father.
I will always cherish my beautiful angel kisses, and I will forever know somebody is watching over me.