Miranda walked aimlessly. It was Christmas Eve, she knew her family was expecting her, but she couldn't face her own mother right now. JR had told her the truth about her father. He may have been a drunken jerk, but he was honest. Miranda had gone to her mother Bianca, hoping it wasn't true, but the look in Bianca's eyes confirmed the truth. Miranda didn't understand how her mother could have her, look at her every day, knowing why she was here. Michael Cambias had raped Bianca, that was how Miranda was concieved. Now that she knew the truth, Miranda couldn't look at herself in the mirror. It seemed that the only reason Miranda even existed was because Michael hurt Bianca in the worst way a man could hurt a woman, and still let her live. This last month had been rough, Bianca had tried to comfort her oldest daughter. She was a saint, probably better than Miranda deserved. Miranda wondered if she should just end it all, then her pain would be over, and her mother could finally forget about the worst thing that ever happenned to her. Then Miranda saw a church. That was weird, she'd been down this road hundreds of times and never noticed this church before. Miranda realized she was cold. She could at least go in to get warm, and decide if she would ever be going home again. Miranda went inside, noone was here. She would've thought they'd have Mass on Christmas Eve. The only "people" she saw were in the nativity scene. Then an old man approached Miranda. He was dressed like a priest, and he offerred Miranda some cookies and hot chocolate. He was father Clarence.

.

Miranda: Thank you.

Clarence: You're welcome. Hopefully you'll feel better once you get some food in you and out of the cold.

Miranda: I doubt it.

Clarence: If you'd like to talk about it, I'm a good listener Miranda.

Miranda: Yeah, I guess you'd have to be in your line of work. Wait, did I tell you my name?

Clarence: I don't believe so. But my boss told me all about you.

Miranda: By boss I take it you mean the big guy in the sky?

Clarence: Amongst his other names, yes.

Miranda: Well, if you have a direct line, ask him why I'm here.

Clarence: For the most part, he wants you to figure that out for yourself.

Miranda: Vague. Figures. Well let me break it down for you. My father raped my mother, that's why I'm here. I don't know all te details but I'm guessing that dad wasn't thinking of birth control at the time. He actually tried to attack her again while she was pregnant, so she shot him. My mother killed my father while she was pregnant with me. So I'm just wondering why I'm really here.

Clarence: I knew your mother a little back then. She loved you, even then.

Miranda: She shouldn't.

Clarence: Is that why you want to kill yourself?

Miranda: I don't know how you know this, but why do you even care?

Clarence: Believe it or not, I'm your guardian angel.

Miranda: Yeah. you seem like the kind of angel they'd send for someone like me.

Clarence: Don't you realize how hurt your mother would be if you committed suicide? Not to mention Gabby, AJ, Marissa, Kendall.

Miranda: Yeah, you're right. It probably would've been better if I'd never been born.

Clarence: Not there's an idea. We've tried that before, with some success.

Miranda: What are you talking about?

Clarence: You've got your wish. You've never been born.

.

As father Clarence spoke these words Miranda heard a gust of wind. That was a bit creepy, but it was after all December. Miranda started to walk away. Father Clarence didn't follow her, but Miranda felt someone was still watching her.