The Little Angel In The Curio Cabinet

In the curio cabinet, on the top shelf is a collection of Precious Moments statues. Hidden among the pastel colors and melancholy faces is one little angel girl, with tiny wings, and a bright yellow dress. A crown of jeweled flowers adorns her hair, and she rests on a vivid red flower, staring curiously at a little bug on her finger. That one little statue is mine. A long time ago, before my grandmother died, my family got to choose one statue from Grandma's huge collection of Precious Moments dolls. Our name got written on the bottom of the statue so that some day when grandma died we would know whose is whose. That day came and went and that little angel that I stared at whenever we visited became mine. This little angle is different from all the other Precious Moments dolls, because the trade mark of the Precious Moments statues is the subdued colors and sad eyes of little children. But this one is vividly colored, and has an air of happiness about it. Just the other day I was looking at the statues again and was struck by how much that one little angel stood out from the rest, and I thought how it resembled who I am, at least who I want to be, someone original, unlike everyone else, a trend breaker and someone with the sense of joy and curiosity of the world. This may be an impossible goal of who to be, but it's not about the destination, it's about the journey getting there.