My Guardian Angel
We all have guardian angels, to light and guide, to rule and guard, don't we? A guardian angel we don't see. Aside from an angel, I don't see, I have one who cares for me.
When Linda isn't around, she attends to my personal needs. She fills up the empty plastic bottles with water I need to clean up myself. She prepares the sandwiches and whatever there is for my breakfast. She sees to it that I have the bottled water to drink.
At dinner time, she sets the table and helps prepare the food for the meals, making sure the sauce for the viands are present including the water to drink.
Acts of Love
She does all these without a scowl on her face. At times, I have to prohibit her from doing things when she shows signs of an epileptic attack.
My angel is Manang Paring's daughter. She is an epileptic since childhood. She is a little abnormal in her speech, however not mentally retarded.
After all these years, I can say that with the advanced knowledge on the treatment
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