The sun was rising, the sky seeming to blush at the sight. It was beautiful and everything around her was covered with dew and morning mist.
"Thank you, Father," the Irish angel whispered. "Thank you for this wonderful day and for…"
"Angel Girl," her supervisor said. Monica jumped.
"Tess? What are you doing here? How did you find me?" the startled angel asked.
"We have a slight problem," Tess began. "Our Angel Boy has Leukemia," she forced out of her lips.
"What?" Monica asked in alarm. "Leukemia? But Andrew?"
"Yes," Tess replied in a sad voice. She drew Monica into her arms. The Irish angel was still deep in thought.