From a distance, it was merely a small stream of smoke, billowing softly into the air from the village below. However, to the small child trapped within the small house, it was a firestorm. Large flames, licking at his heels left and right, lightly scolding his skin, beams falling from the roof of the building. And the smoke! It blinded his vision and trapped his airway, preventing crisp, clean air making way into his lungs. The boy was certainly in a dire situation in need of some help.

'Help.' the boy thought, 'mama is good at helping! Where's mama?'

He looked around the house frantically, for some sign of his mother and her warm embrace, sweet scent and comforting words.

"Mama?" He yelled, turning around quickly, his eyes scanning the room, the flaming room to find an escape route, a route to his mother.

"Mama? MAMA! Where are you?" He whimpered to himself, and in his childish innocence somehow knew the end was near. He slid down the burning wall, not minding his clothes starting to singe, and sat on the floor, curling up into a ball. He thought of the many memories of his mother, the fun days they had together, and where she probably was now.

'Heaven'. He thought. He looked up to the crumbling roof of the house, smiling slightly.

"Are you in heaven mama? Are you one of the beautiful angels that you used to tell me about? Seeing as you are an angel, does that mean that you'll be looking out for me? Please look out for me mama, I need an angel."

As if on cue, the child's clothes suddenly caught alight and he screamed out loud in fear. The next few moments passed by in a blur to the boy – a pair of strong yet gentle hands grabbed him around the waist and carried him into the next room of the house, and his screams ceased with the flames as he was dumped into luke warm water. He thrashed about in the water until he felt the hands grab him once more and lift him out of the tub. He looked up into all too familiar eyes and gasped.

"Mama! You found me mama!"

The woman gently caressed her son on the cheek and sighed. The boy looked worried. His mama didn't look like she normally did. She looked tired, and she seemed to be struggling for breath.

"Mama? Are you okay?"

His mother smiled gently at him and shook her head slowly.

"No, darling. Mama's not okay. But you know what? You're still okay, and you still have a chance."

"A chance to do what, Mama?"

"Escape, baby. You've got to escape. There's a gap there that I think you'll be small enough to fit through."

She pointed up above the dresser, and there was indeed a small hole about the child's size. The boy looked up at it, and before he knew it, his mother was lifting him up and through it. As he rested his legs against a stray piece of wood, he turned around and faced his mama.

"Are you going to die, Mama?"

"Yes, honey, Mama's going to die. But like you said before, I'll become a beautiful angel, and I'll look over you every day."

The boy sniffed.

"But you're beautiful enough already. You don't need to become an angel. I don't want you to go."

"I won't be gone for long, baby. You'll see me one day."

There was a loud crack, and flames began to creep up the wall.

"You have to go now, honey, escape."

"I love you Mama."

"I love you too Jack."

The flames became to much for Jack to handle, and he leaped down onto the grass, tears running down his face.

"I'll always be watching over you, my little Jackie. I'll be your angel."