Brooke's p.o.v

"You are my one and only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray so please don't take my sunshine away" a female sings as her cold hands stroke my hair. I

recognize that song she is singing, I used to sing it all the time to True and then later on to Emmanuel. When I awake, I find myself in the master bedroom of a big

gorgeous mansion. True is lying down beside me in floral queen-sized bed. I assume that she has been the one singing to me all along. True studies me very closely and

she knows it in her heart that I am her mom because we share the same physical features and a special divine connection. Grumpy, I push True out of the bed and throw

a pillow at her in attempt to make her disappear so I can get some more sleep. "Mom, you shouldn't get mad at me because you are dead and cranky" True shouts

disturbing me once again. Unable to fall asleep, I force myself to stay awake for her sake. "True Elizabeth Davis, how on earth did you get yourself into my mansion?" I

wonder out of pure curiosity. "Mom, I am an angel so that means I can fly and walk through any type of building including your mansion" joyfully, True boasts. My body is

feeling very sore so I get out of the bed to do stretches. Even in death, I can't stay away from my lingerie and I dread changing my clothes. After doing my morning

routine in which consists of mostly doing stretches, I wander into bathroom where I experience the biggest surprise of my life and True bears witness to it. Overcome

with shock, I scream at the sight of my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My reflection displays a very beautiful attractive intelligent seventeen year old girl. "OH MY GOD,

Ted, I am seventeen years old again!" I scream with enthusiasm. "Mom, we will be young forever" True laughs in response to my hysteria. "I was forty years old when I

lost my battle against breast cancer on April 24, 2028. I don't understand why I am not an old lady" confused, I point out. "You are not an old lady because God needs

you to reach out to teenage angels like me" True explains. "I am desperate to make some new friends. I want you to introduce me to your friends so they can become my

friends as well" I persuade her. "Mother, my friends are your guardian angels" she reminds me. "Ted, you are right" I sigh rolling my eyes at her for telling me something I

already knew. "This gift is you, mom" True smiles giving me a snow globe and I act like a child on Christmas Day. I express my gratitude with a hug then my daughter

drifts off to elsewhere, somewhere I will never go. I shake my snow globe and the image reveals Lucky and a young boy building a sand castle at the beach.