Como todos sabemos desde el mismo momento en que somos concebidos, Dios nos asigna un ángel, es el Ángel de la Guarda y desde muy pequeños nuestras mamás nos enseñan una oración que recitamos antes de dormir para sentir su dulce presencia que nos acompaña… Ángel de mi guarda, dulce compañía, no me desampares ni de noche ni de día…

Mientras recitaba la oración, mi ángel brillaba con mayor intensidad, era como una estrella que se acercaba con su luz y calentaba mi corazón sintiéndome segura, protegida y feliz.

Pero un buen día, tendría como cuatro años, sentí que su luz no era tan fuerte, no entendía lo que pasaba ni podía explicarlo, era como si mi ángel se iba apagando y al lado de él aparecía otra figura que también tenía una luz que no calentaba ni era bonita. A diferencia de mi ángel, esta luz que no brillaba, me hablaba y cada día tenía más forma.

Una tarde mientras jugaba, la voz completó su forma, era una niña como yo, se sentó frente a mí y comenzamos a jugar juntas, mientras lo hacíamos, Yeviny, que así se llamaba, me dijo que era mi amiga y que estaría conmigo siempre, aunque también aclaró, que no siempre la vería.

Esa noche y las siguientes, cuando hacía la oración a mi ángel de la guarda, él ya no se acercaba a mi corazón, su luz era como un bombillo que se va a quemar, titilaba a ratos con fuerza y a ratos débilmente. Recuerdo que una de esas noches me pareció verlo, era como si su luz y sus brillantes alas estuviesen atrapadas, colgaba de una estrella sin poderse soltar y llegar hasta mí.

Una de esas mañanas me desperté brava, no quería que ni mi mamá ni mi papá me hablaran, entonces cuando mi mamá me puso el desayuno en la mesa, le di un golpe al plato y lo tiré al suelo. Mi mamá asombrada me pregunto:

—¿Indi, por qué hiciste eso? Yo no supe que responderle, pues Yeviny me había dicho que lo hiciera y no se lo podía decir a mi mamá, así que me eché a llorar. Mi mamá, mientras recogía el plato roto y la comida, molesta, me decía que no lo volviera a hacer, terminamos de recoger todo y me llevó para la escuela.

En la escuela Yeviny no me dejaba jugar con los demás niños, me decía que les pegara y yo lo hacía, otro día me dijo que mordiera a mi amiguita y yo lo hice. Estefa, llorando, me acusaba y la maestra me regañaba, yo no sabía cómo explicarles por qué lo había hecho.

Esa noche, mientras rezaba con mi mamá le dije que mi ángel de la guarda ya no venía, ella preguntó:

—¿Cómo que no viene mami? Y allí le conté que estaba amarrado y colgando de una estrella, que no podía abrir sus alas para traerme su luz.

—Pero, Indi, de dónde sacas eso, cómo puede estar amarrado, ¿quién lo amarró?

Entonces le hablé de Yeviny. Ella más asombrada preguntaba:
Pero ¿dónde está esa niña, está ahorita aquí, muéstrame donde está?

Yo, un poco asustada, subí los brazos para señalarle que estaba sobre mi cabeza.

Mi mamá esa noche durmió conmigo mientras me contaba que como era navidad en el cielo brillaban las estrellas con más fuerza
y que mientras dormíamos haríamos un viaje para rescatar a mi ángel.

De pronto me vi agarrada de la mano de mi mamá volando entre las nubes, yo sabía dónde estaba mi ángel, su luz me guiaba, cuando llegamos mi ángel resplandecía, mi mamá al sacar las tijeras de uno de sus bolsillos una lluvia de estrellas las bañó y con ellas cortó el hilo de donde pendía el ángel, entre las dos le quitamos todas las amarras.

Mi ángel me abrazó fuerte, muy fuerte, llenado con su luz mi corazón, no necesitaba decirme palabras, yo sentía su agradecimiento y su promesa de no descuidarse nunca más, que estaría a mi lado protegiéndome hasta siempre.

In English

As we all know from the very moment we are conceived God assigns us an angel, it is the Guardian Angel and from a very young age our mothers teach us a prayer that we recite before going to sleep to feel his sweet presence that accompanies us...Angel of my guardian, sweet company, do not forsake me neither night nor day....

As I recited the prayer, my angel shone with greater intensity, it was like a star that approached me with its light and warmed my heart, making me feel safe, protected and happy.

But one fine day, I was about four years old, I felt that his light was not so strong, I did not understand what was happening and I could not explain it, it was as if my angel was fading and next to him appeared another figure that also had a light that was not warm or beautiful. Unlike my angel, this light that did not shine, spoke to me and every day it had more shape.

One afternoon while I was playing, the voice completed its form, it was a girl like me, she sat in front of me and we began to play together, while we did it, Yeviny, that was her name, told me that she was my friend and that she would always be with me, although she also clarified that I would not always see her.

That night and the following nights when I prayed to my guardian angel, he no longer came close to my heart, his light was like a light bulb that was about to burn out, flickering at times strongly and at times weakly. I remember that one of those nights I thought I saw him, it was as if his light and his bright wings were trapped, he hung from a star without being able to let go and reach me.

One of those mornings I woke up angry, I didn't want my mom or dad to talk to me, so when my mom put my breakfast on the table, I hit the plate and threw it on the floor. My mom asked me in astonishment:

-Indi, why did you do that? I didn't know what to answer her, because Yeviny had told me to do it and I couldn't tell my mom, so I started crying. My mom, while picking up the broken plate and the food, upset, told me not to do it again, we finished picking everything up and she took me to school.

At school Yeviny wouldn't let me play with the other children, she told me to hit them and I did it, another day she told me to bite my little friend and I did it. Estefa, crying, accused me and the teacher scolded me, I didn't know how to explain to them why I had done it.

That night, while praying with my mom I told her that my guardian angel was no longer coming, she asked:

-What do you mean he is not coming, mommy? -And there I told her that he was tied up and hanging from a star, that he could not open his wings to bring me his light.

-But, Indi, where did you get that from, how could he be tied up, who tied him up?

Then I told her about Yeviny. She was even more astonished:
But where is that girl, is she here now, show me where she is?
I, a little scared, raised my arms to show her that she was above my head.

My mother slept with me that night while she told me that since it was Christmas, the stars were shining brighter in the sky and that while we slept we would make a trip to rescue my angel.

Suddenly I saw myself holding my mom's hand flying through the clouds, I knew where my angel was, her light was guiding me, when we arrived my angel was shining, my mom took the scissors out of one of her pockets and a rain of stars showered them and with them, she cut the thread from where the angel was hanging, between the two of us we removed all the moorings.

My angel hugged me tightly, very tightly, filling my heart with her light, she didn't need to tell me words, I felt her gratitude and her promise to never again neglect herself, that she would be by my side protecting me forever.