When my ears ring with screaming and crying, I think of how irritating it is and how I wish I could be somewhere else. When my rage soars over my head to the point to where I cannot control myself, I think of what I could do to hurt anyone and how satisfying it would be. When my eyes fill with tears, I think of all the things that happened to me in my life. When I shake in fear, I think of the scariest things in the world for me. I'm a grown person so why would I think of all these childish things when certain situations come across?

On a Wednesday of March, I go to Saint Charles Cemetery and walk into the heart of it. I see an angel statue standing tall under an...