Here's a little one shot about Pam Tanner; she was a great sister to Jesse, a great mom to the girls and a great wife to Danny.

Disclaimer: Full House is owned by Jeff Franklin. I do own myself, and the crucifix I wear in the fic.

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It was another day in the Tanner household. Nineteen-year-old Abigail Watson, having just finished her snack of Cheetos, now got up and walked upstairs to DJ and Stephanie's room, which was empty as both girls were off at camp along with seven-year-old Michelle.

For a while, she stood in the doorway, then took a step over the threshold. Then she stopped, looking at Stephanie's bed, as memories came back…

(A/N: Think of the scenes from the 1997 movie "Batman and Robin" when Bruce sees flashbacks of his childhood, only different; that's where I got the inspiration for the flashback scenes.)

"Pam, look at her; isn't she beautiful?" Abigail asked as they looked at the baby Michelle in Pam's arms. It was a day after Pam brought Michelle home from the hospital.

Pam Katsopolis-Tanner smiled. "Yes, Abigail. She is, just like you."

Abigail giggled. "Oh, Pam, you're right."

Then Pam placed Michelle in Abigail's arms. Abigail looked down at the beautiful baby in her arms and smiled.

She knew that children were a gift from God, as she attended church regularly. Often she read books with spiritual themes. She knew that God was her heavenly Father, and that He made all children and loves them exactly the way they are.

Abigail felt tears running down her cheeks. Pam was like a second mom to her, as well as a big sister.

She reached up and touched the crucifix she wore nowadays. Pam believed in God, and she knew that God was watching over them…

Abigail sat on the couch, tears coursing down her cheeks. Then Pam walked in.

"Abigail, what's wrong?"

"My boyfriend broke up with me. He said he really liked someone else," Abigail replied.

Pam sat down beside her and put an arm around Abigail's shoulder.

"Oh, Abigail, I understand. I went through my first broken heart too."

"How did you handle it?"

"I talked with God. And by the time I finished I felt better. I felt like a new woman."

"Wow. Maybe I should try that, huh?"

"Of course you should," said Pam.

Abigail felt the pain melt away a little. Then she felt a tugging on her hand - not too hard, but a little.

She looked down, and smiled a little. It was Michelle.

"Hey, Abigail."

"Hey Michelle. How was camp?"

"It was great. Here, this is for you."

She handed her a necklace she made out of beads and seashells she had found.

Abigail smiled as she put it on.

"Thanks, Michelle; it's beautiful," she said.

She knelt to Michelle's level. Michelle noticed Abigail's crucifix.

"Abigail, you're wearing-"

Abigail nodded. "Your mom suggested I wear it, and ever since she died, I always wear it, except when I go to bed. Then I take it off."

"You miss mom, huh?"

Abigail replied,

"Yeah. She was like a big sister and a second mom to me."

Then Michelle and Abigail hugged.

They knew that Pam was watching over them, like a guardian angel.

FINIS