I was bored, and I didn’t really understand why I had so much energy while my mother and brother were so slow and sluggish. Were they not as great as I? I was talking I was learning and Saint was quiet and always tired. I did not understand still why, but it was all that I have known since I could see and hear. My very heart and soul told me I was that amazing, the best, and I was somehow greater than my brother. Perhaps it was because I was female that I was greater than him, my father doted on him and my mother often though, gave them much more attention. Again I didn’t understand they were sick and unwell, all I understood was that they got much more interaction from my Daddy. I have only known my family; this was how it was, this was normal to be around so much gloom and darkness.

I was laying there, awake, for when I got too energetic it just seemed to make everyone upset, so I remain curled up, sad, and frustrated I cannot let out my energies. They did not scold me, sure, how could they? I was perfect, but I could see their tired, sad looks in their faces, that they wanted me to stop. I wanted to be who I was, and I couldn’t here, and I hated it. I rolled over giving a little grunt, I heard my father shift, but it was probably him just moving to get comfortable or check on Saint or Mother. I didn’t think anything of it, not even when he whispered to my inferior sibling. I just curled up tighter, a bundle of nerves and emotions. I really did not like this, though I didn’t know the word for hate I knew what displeasure was.

So when I was picked up, I let out a little squeak of surprise going for the most part, limp, but still able to wriggle my paws about slightly. I did not know where we were going, I just watched as my world became larger. The bright light caused my little eyes to squint, the emerald and violet gaze looking over the grassy area in awe. It was pretty! And there was so much of it! I dare say it would probably keep me much more occupied than my family could.

I watched in awe of all the different things, I squirmed to be put down; I wanted to feel the green grass beneath my paws, see everything I could see. Finally he did as I commanded and as soon as my paws hit the ground I was running. I giggled as the grass touched my feet, a strange wondrous feeling, even more so as the sun hit my night pelt warming me to the touch. The breeze, the sounds, I felt oddly free. I could make noise I could run I could do whatever it was that I wanted out here and to hell if anyone stops me now. It was so different out here from the gloom and doom of home, I ran around my father’s paws until finally I flipped over one so that my moon stained chest and black belly was facing up at him.

I beamed up at him, my fluffy tail waving out behind me as I stuck my paws straight up at his face, he spoke to me, but I did not change my position. I stared up at him with my emerald and violet rimmed eyes, blinking up and still smiling.

”Angel? Is that why I am so bright? Everyone else is dull? What is being an Angel?” It was the first she had heard of this Angel business, then again he took care of a lot of things she was certain, her Daddy was great too! The only one to really play or show her affection! So he too was great, and Angel. She wanted to know more and hear about how she was an angel and how she shined above all. She knew she was different, this was why she was better than anyone else.

"Speech!"