The day started out simple. Daddy went to work and Kurt went to Ms. Neil's house for daycare just as they had done every day since Kurt's mommy had died. Then they would go home, eat dinner and then either play or watch a movie until it was time for bed.

Except this time that didn't happen.

Kurt was coloring a pretty picture he had drawn of his favorite imaginary character, Isabel the Princess when Ms. Neil ran into the living room. She scooped Kurt up off the ground where he had been lying on his stomach and ran him into her bedroom, murmering things that he had to strain to hear.

"Can't let him see, it might not be true. Oh God, don't let it be true."

She sat him down on her fluffy bed with strict instructions to stay where he was and not to turn on the television. Of course he was confused, but he shrugged the situation off with an innocence only an eight year old could have. Finally, about two hours later, Ms. Neil came in to find little Kurt bouncing slightly on her mattress. She forced herself to smile through her tears and sat next to him. Kurt's bouncing stilled as soon as she sat down and his face fell into a serious expression when she sighed with weariness and grief.

"Kurt, honey there has been an accident. Your father's station got called to a fire and…well he…"

"Where is my daddy?" Kurt cut in with stubborn disbelief. The older woman tried to find the words to go on without hurting the little boy too much, but he kept on rambling.

"Where is he? He has to come home, we're supposed to have our big tea party tomorrow! He…he said that the princess was coming all the way down from her castle to see us, daddy wouldn't miss that!"

"I'm sorry sweetie but he is going to have to miss the princess. Your daddy had to go to heaven to meet the angels." But this seemed only to anger the small child.

"That's what you all said when Mommy died! She couldn't have gone to see the angels, because angels are supposed to be good! Mommy might have had to go with them, but Daddy was supposed to stay with me! He said he wouldn't leave me! The angels can't have him, he's my daddy, not theirs!" And with that, the small child ran out of the house and toward his own, a place that would never feel like home again now that there was no love in it.

"Daddy, Daddy! Are you home? Daddy, you've got to be home!" Small feet pounded the hardwood floor as he went in search of the man that had made his house a home. Tears fell down the little boys face as reality began to finally sink in. He fell the floor unceremoniously and let out a terrified and distraught cry.

"You said you wouldn't let the angels take you away from me! Why did you leave me?"

For hours the small child cried, hardly noticing when Ms. Neil let herself in. Unsure of what to do to make the situation any easier on the now orphaned child, she sat on the worn couch, letting him cry himself out. She then picked him up and carried him to his room, but then brought him into his father's as he became restless the minute his head hit his own pillow. When he was lain down in his father's bed he curled up around the pillow, hugging it for warmth and comfort. The older woman smiled, allowing the child to take comfort in the few hours of blissful ignorance with the scent of his father surrounding him.