Angel of Mercy

Leo, like most fierce warriors in this life, is a man of action.

In the early days of his fatherhood, Leo would often play all sorts of games with his children. They would play soccer on the slanted hill of their Santa Rita home, challenge each other to foosball battles, and often wage full-on nerf gun war in their kitchen.

However, one of the most memorable moments in their upbringing came from when he would challenge them to have pillow fights.

Often the children would build blanket forts for fun. They would drape blankets and sheets around the bedroom, creating small spaces for them to play make believe. Pillows would be strewn everywhere, the bedroom a mess from all their efforts. Eventually, playing in the blanket forts became playing with the pillows; before long, all of them would be involved in an in depth pillow battle.

Leo, never one to go out without a fight, would arm himself with multiple pillows – often times wielding his wife Eva’s Curious George stuffed animal as a weapon in one hand, and a random pillow in the other. He would charge at the children in typical warrior fashion, shouting to the heavens: “I AM THE ANGEL OF MERCY!”.

It was in those instances of combat, that his children learned the true art of pillow fighting. They also learned that though one calls oneself the ‘Angel of Mercy’, it does not necessarily equate mercy being doled out in the slightest.