"Tell me a story Mommy."

            "Ok. Which one?"

            "The one where angels live."

Where Angels Live

Charmedgal005

Disclaimer

If I owned these Characters (aside from the ones you don't recognize) I probably wouldn't be writing these.  If I owned these characters, you would probably see this story on the show.  Hey!  You know what?  I am writing these and you don't see this story line on the show, therefore, I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS!!!  So don't sue me!

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"I know a place where angels live." Sydney told her son, with care in her voice.  She sat next to him as he lay on his bed, getting ready to sleep.  It was their nightly ritual.

"Can you show me Mommy?"

"No, Laramie, I cannot." 

"Why?"

"Because angels live where the air is pure, where all is good. Everything is white, and it is always day time.  But they learn to sleep during the day.  The angels know everything. The mountains are filled with as much beauty as the caves.  The sky is blue, and it never rains. There is never any yelling, and they play games, and everyone shares.  It's never night time.  And the only thing they need is each other.  All day long they float around from cloud to cloud, watching over people.  The angels help people up when they fall, they make cuts and scrapes feel better.  They create peace and happiness for everyone."

"Does Daddy watch over us?"

"Oh yes.  Daddy watches you so much."

"And you Mommy.  Daddy watches you too."

"And me."

"Why does Daddy watch over us Mommy?"

"Because he loves us."

"Even from heaven?"

"Especially from heaven.  There is no hate where angels live.  Only love.  And your Daddy watches you to make sure that you will always love him."

"I do love him."

"I love him too."

"I love you Mommy."

"Only the angels know how much I love you." 

"Night Mommy."

"Night Laramie."  She left the room turning off the light.  As she went into her bedroom to go do some laundry, she burst into tears.  Every night it was the same conversation.  Every night was better than the first, but it was still hard.  Her husband, Michael Vaughn had only been gone for four months.  He was killed in a car accident, by a drunk.  She leaned against the door frame for support.  Their six year old looked so much like him that it hurt.  Her soul comfort was Laramie, and the thought that she knew that Vaughn was watching them, protecting them from where angels live.