THE NARRATIVE ARC
If There Is One Thing We Humans Agree on, I Did Not Expect Angels
Sixty-nine percent of Americans believe angels exist
I was scrolling YouTube shorts when I saw him. I was supposed to be on a zoom call but my client texted, said running late, give me ten. Tiny sweet boy, standing in the door of a bedroom. Two, I’m thinking. Maybe three. But more likely two. Real tiny and cute.
He turns, waves bye-bye into the room and I smile, thinking what a sweetness overload he is. Just standing there holding up the world.
Mommy holding the camera, I hear her ask. “Who you waving at, baby?” He looks at her. Looks back in the room, back at her. Says “Papa!”
In the background, Mommy says “What?” Little boy turns, looks in the room. Points chubby finger into the room. Says it again. “Papa!”
Mommy’s voice saying “where, Baby, where?” Camera shaking like she can’t get there fast enough, and then I’m looking into an empty bedroom. Little boy points into the room. Joyfully repeats. “See? Papa!”
Hear her whisper oh, my God.
Her voice breaks a little. Says one word. “Dad?”
Muffled, says her dad passed away but in the middle of the sentence the video loops…
