[ WP ] Death has a child with a Guardian angel . Tell his or her story .

Age 1: He picks his teeth idly, it's strange to watch a skeleton pick its teeth. Cabbage, I think. I have a permanent smile, but I watch him, so tiny, crawl on the floor. 
 
 Age 2: He killed the dog. I do n't think he knew what he was doing. He laid his head on the dog for a day until the dog disappeared. I'm blaming Alaine for that. He did n't seem bothered. 
 
 Age 5: Touching flowers wilts them. He does n't understand, but he touches them nonetheless. Edit: his left hand kills, his right hand revives. He asks me about the dog. I shake my head, he's gone to a better place. But I've never seen this'better place' - I.. feel bad for telling him this. I feel.. I feel? 
 
 Age 6: School. Where do we send him? Angel, demon, each have their own education but where do we send him? Arin and I decide to split out duties, we educate him at home. 
 
 Age 7: `` Why ca n't I go to school with the others?'' A difficult conversation ensues, he locks himself in his room. 
 
 Age 8: Halloween. Not easy to find a grim reaper costume with angel wings. We do what we can. No one understands, but he's happy with the candy nontheless. 
 
 Age 13: It's not always easy explaining why your son's touch killed his crush. I'm more worried about him than the victim. He's locked himself up in his room. It's been three days. 
 
 Age 16: No cloak, but a suit. Black, white undershirt, red tie. I am almost envious, he's so handsome. She laughs and kisses his forehead. Good luck, my boy. His first day of high school. 
 
 Age 17: Career handouts. His is blank. Both of us sit with him and wait. We say nothing, simply wondering what our boy would like to do. His world is waiting, but he does n't know. `` You're of both worlds.'' she says. `` You can do whatever you want.'' He looks up at his mother, it does n't matter his eyes are black, you see emotion in them anyway. 
 
 Age 18: REAPER TRAINING~! I could n't be happier. Donning his cloak, I look at my boy.. my sad boy. I shake my head. `` This is not want you want, is it.'' He looks up at me with eyes filled with tears. I already know what he wants. Smiling, I lean down and rest my forehead against his. `` Go tell your mother. Be the angel you are meant to be, boy.'' 
 
 I grip her fingers tight as he ascends, his wings growing bright as he flies upward.
