Salar 

My name is storm or stormy which everyone my human my mother and my parents like to call me as a nickname each night I woke to a present beside my bed. I always saw someone watching me. It seemed like they were protecting me, but I didn't know who it was guardian angel until one night. I found a feather by my bed. It was white almost iridescent clear. he looks beautiful so I kept it safe. I looked at it every night and every morning making sure no one took it like it was my treasure. I stayed up one night to see my guardian angel. I pretended like I was asleep in bed when I turned over I saw him I cleared my eyes and I gasp. He didn't move like he was stunned. We both didn't say anything for a while and then he spoke. Are you OK human