Angel Kisses

Everyone remembers me as the girl with a birth mark on her face. When I was born I had brown skin covering half of my face contrasting with my porcelain skin. I was horrified about myself and what everyone saw. As I got older it got smaller but it was to dark to cover. Angel kisses, that’s what my mom called freckles. Which also took over my body, freckles never bothered me as much as this though. It looked like I had mud on my face, not an angel’s kiss. Angels kisses are suppose to be beautiful not ugly.
Where I live there is a store almost 2 miles away, no close bus stops. Nothing was around that was worth walking to, except this little park. I would always go alone to think when it is so sunny like this. Everything was filled with rays of light, every tree and flower. It looked amazing, especially the water. Reflecting the sun and holding the rays inside, it was glowing so beautifully. The wind was so perfect, so wonderful. Everything felt amazing as I walked through the park. The smell was natural, the kind of smell you would go camping just to smell in the morning. God made all of this, he made it all naturally sync together. He made it exactly the way he wanted it. That was the first day in my whole life I no longer had any shame for my body; my face. God made me perfect and besides how many people get to have angels kiss them?