My Angel

My Angel


     I watched him eyeing my precious granddaughter and smiled. How very rarely did I see him. Oh, but the look in his eyes. My, my. I watched. All I saw was hatred, but that would change. Because my granddaughter would grow up and become the most beautiful women. Her sisters watch me as I pick her up from school. I see him look away. Suddenly, she runs up to him and whispers in his ear. He looks at her, this time I see sadness in his eyes. I smile, already knowing what she said. She runs up to me and smiles saying, "I just had to tell him something, grams." I replay saying it's all right and we walk to the car. Her sisters get in and she climbs on her seat. As I get in the front seat I watch him walk away. I will never forget that look on his face. The sadness, the first time I saw him look at her with eyes that showed no sign of hatred. I sigh. Then, smile. I'll never understand why he is the one. Why is it someone that lets out so much hatred? I watch my three granddaughters sit there. Unaware of their future. Prue, Phoebe, Piper. The Charmed Ones are destined for greatness, I say to myself. Cole Turner and Phoebe Halliwell, the youngest of the three, are destined for love. Cole Turner, I say to myself, when she's grown and you meet her may it be that you remember what she said.

Cole turned around. He looked directly into my eyes and I could hear his thoughts instantly. I will always remember her words,

"You're my angel."