Are You an Angel?

"Are you an angel?" were the first words Jennifer ever uttered to Andrew. They were the first words she ever spoke to anyone in a long time. That's because the night before her parents were captured. There was a raid and her parents were trying to find a place refuge, so they ran, taking her along. They knew they were going to be captured no matter what, but it would be better if it were just they and not Jenny too. So they stuffed her in a box. A mailbox to be exact. It was one of those big mailboxes on the street corners. No one used them for mailing letters anymore, but once in a while, a cache.
"Mama I don't want to stay in here." Jenny pleaded
"You have to Jenny. Stay in here and be as quiet as you can be."
"I'm scared," she whimpered
"Be brave for us, Jenny." her Dad replied
"Will I ever see you again," she asked, and the tears in her mother's eyes and the silence on her father's lips gave her the answer.
"We love you." her parents said as the hugged and kissed her
"I love you too," she said and her parents closed the mailbox door. The little slit that let you drop your letters in served as a peephole for Jenny. Through it she saw her parents surrender to their pursuers. They were pinned down and then executed on the spot. Her parents were good people and that's why they died the way that they did. Later on Jenny will end up working for the same people that killed them. But back to Jenny in the mailbox: as soon as she saw the execution she closed her eyes and covered her ears, and stayed very quiet. After a while she fell asleep and when she woke up, she was very hungry. But she was also too scared to look outside. It turned out she didn't have to. Suddenly the mailbox door was opened and she was blinded by the bright light of day. Then a head topped with a mop of golden curls suddenly blocked the light. The face was a little dirty but it was illuminated by a shining smile. The young man could have been the spitting image of the god Apollo himself. And that's what urged little Jenny to ask:
"Are you an angel?" she said and his brown eyes twinkled as his smile widened.
"No but I hope to become one someday. My name is Andrew what's yours?"
"Jennifer but everyone calls me Jenny" she replied purposely leaving out her last name.
"Well, Jenny what are you doing in here all alone?"
"Some bad people killed my parents. I can't let them find me,"
"My parents were killed too. Maybe we can take care of each other. Are you hungry Jenny-baby?" he asked and Jenny smiled at the nickname he gave her. She nodded and he held out his hand to help her out the mailbox.

From that moment on Andrew took care of Jenny. At the time of their meeting Jenny was only eight years old and Andrew was fifteen. He took care of her. He made sure she always had a comfortable place to sleep in. He made sure it was dry when it rained. During their first two winters Jenny didn't have a coat so he had her wear his. He would look so funny with just a red hunter's cap on. After those two years she got her own coat and hat. Andrew made sure she could defend herself. He always told her she was special, and because she was so special she needed to, as he put it, ' know how to save her own life'. She was already prodigious in all she did but Andrew served more as a mentor than a teacher.
"There are going to be times when I won't be able to guard you," he told her one day. "Why? What's going to happen?"
"Asking too many questions will give you wrinkles," he said and her eyes widened and she put her hands on her cheeks to feel if she had any, and Andrew laughed