DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own the characters from Touched by an Angel. They belong to CBS. I do however own Cornelia's daughter, Celine Rose as well as any other OC you don't recognize.
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A/N: This idea came to me after watching Psalm 151, along with reading about Mother's Day today. I hope everyone likes it!
"Love Can Move Mountains"
Gloria smiled as she and Monica stood on a doorstep of a house that was very familiar to both of them. The setting was more familiar to Monica, but Gloria remembered being here as well.
"Do you remember this place, little one?" Monica asked, her gentle Irish lilt sailing through the air like a melody on its way to Heaven above.
Gloria nodded.
"Yes. This was where we helped Audrey say I do to God again."
"That's right. But this time, we're not here for Audrey." Monica told her charge. As she spoke, she gazed over at a house that sat across the street. It looked well kept, but the person inside was in desperate need of an angel.
"We're not?" Gloria asked, a little confused. "Then why are we here?"
Monica smiled at Gloria gently. She didn't mind Gloria's constant questions and she enjoyed teaching her 'little one things.
"We're here for her." Monica replied, gazing through the window of the house they were now standing in front of.
Gloria followed Monica's gaze. The younger angel's jaw almost hit the ground when she realized she recognized the person inside.
"Monica…Monica, that's…" Gloria said, realization dawning on her like the first rays of sunlight in the early morning hours.
Monica nodded. She knew exactly what Gloria was getting at.
"Aye, it is."
"She's gotten bigger since the last time I saw her." Gloria commented, noting that Cornelia looked to be in her mid twenties.
"She did. But she's still in need of an angel. Cornelia's goin' through some problems right now. She has a lot of pain inside and she's also afraid of something. She wants to get away from it, but it's not goin' to be so easy."
Gloria nodded. As she continued to watch Cornelia, she smiled when a little girl about the age of five or six, climbed into the young woman's lap.
"Aw, she's adorable!" Gloria squealed, a smile spreading across her innocent features. "Is that Cornelia's daughter?"
Monica nodded.
"Yes. Celine Rose is her name."
Gloria grinned. She knew exactly where Cornelia had gotten the name from.
"Celine is Cornelia's strength. She's her voice of reason. But right now, Cornelia is so deafened by fear, she can't hear the reason behind the voice."
"That's terrible!" Gloria commented, frowning at Monica's last statement.
Monica nodded.
"It is. But there's hope. And that's where you come in. Cornelia needs help, little one. She's not listening to the truth because the truth is too scary for her to hear right now. But she needs to hear it and soon. It's the only way she's going to be able to save herself and that sweet wee girl she holds dear to her heart."