Piccolo angelo

During carnevale I saw something that I can't forget since then. During the parade amongst all the colors, the costumes, the music, on the other side of the street stood a little girl in a white dress. She was dressed up like a little angel and she seemed to be very ill. She had a tube helping her breathe under her nose and was very pallid. She also seemed very frail. She kept her hands folded in front of her all the time and had a smile on her face that touched my heart. There was a gazillion of kids running around, laughing, chasing each other but she just watched and smiled. I also thought of her mom. How did she feel about dressing her little girl like an angel if there was the danger of her becoming one? Oh, life is so very frail amongst all the smiles, the color and the music.