There are words we learn as children that never really leave us. They remain, even when forgotten for years. They return in quiet moments, without effort. “Ángel de mi guarda, dulce compañía, no me desampares ni de noche ni de día.” Angel of my guard, sweet company, do not abandon me, neither by night nor by day. It is a simple prayer. Often the first one taught. Not to explain faith, but to give form to protection. A child does not understand its meaning fully. But understands its presence. Protection, in its deepest form, is not force. It is continuity. Something that remains beside us without asking to be seen. Over time, the words become memory. And memory becomes presence. 

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