When I was a little girl in second grade, my bed was right beside a big window. Looking at the stars at night or the clouds and sun in the morning was always a joy. My fondness for sky watching has never wavered. One night while looking out the window before going to bed I saw an angel. She was small and far away, yet crystal clear in her shape and form. She flew from left to right across the sky, her dress flowing behind her and her arms outstretched. She wasn’t looking at me, but she was there, crystal clear.
I called for my Mother who immediately rushed up the stairs.
“What is it, Jennie?”
“There!” I said pointing. “Look at that angel!”
“I don’t see anything. Where?”
“There! Right there!” I said pointing.
“Do you mean that little cloud?”
“NO! She’s flying. Can’t you see? She’s so beautiful.”
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