“Angel texted” by Sasha in her hotel in Victoria

Wednesday July 4, 2018
11:53pm
5 minutes
V.I.P. Tutoring
Vanessa Hua

She just wants a dog because she’s always wanted to name something “Angel”. Every since she was young, any chance she got, she’d try it out. Her cabbage patch kid. Her troll. Her handmade doll from Bolivia. A teddy bear. “Are you Angel?” She’d whisper in the ear, or where she thought the ear might be.

She scrolls Petfinder for hours, looking at little, lost faces. She’s looking for Angel. She knows she can’t get a dog that barks, because she lives in an apartment. She can’t get a big dog. She debates the ethics of changing a dogs name… She knows people do it, but loves her own name and wouldn’t like it if some stranger decided it should be changed.

She contemplates veganism for the millionth time.

“Angel texted” by Julia at the studio

Wednesday July 4, 2018
12:26pm
5 minutes
V.I.P. Tutoring
Vanessa Hua

Angel texted, told me to look where I was going and to read while sitting down. It made sense. The text was very much related to a thing I was about to do carelessly. It came right on time.
Angel is always watching over me. I think she thinks she has to. She thinks she has to cause her name tells her she should. I tend to listen to what Angel has to say. If she tells me to wait until the next morning to make a hard decision, I listen. Angel knows how to get me right in the soft. She sent me an e-mail yesterday after waking up at the crack of dawn. She said the sky was “milk-blue” and it melted me. I love when milk is used to describe things, like the sky. I picture Angel knowing more about the sky than anywhere else. Maybe I think she’s from there and her name was given because her mother was a clairvoyant and there’s magic and stardust in her smile. I might name my kid Sunshine so she brightens up people wherever she goes and everyone thinks she’s ‘of the sun’ because her name makes them believe. I could name her Honesty so people are reminded to look inward. But that might be too heavy a burden to carry. What if there is shame? What if she reminds people they have lived in this life with secrets? Maybe she’d remind everyone that we have all lives our lives with secrets.