PLEASE VOTE (WATTY AWARDS 2011)
“I want an angel. My mind is set. I have dolls and princess kits and playhouses and even a puppy. I don’t have an angel. I have everything I need; all I want is an angel.” Rebecca was wise beyond her years. She knew she had all she needed, but she didn’t seem to be able to grasp that her mother couldn’t get her an angel.
Liane noticed Rebecca wasn’t looking at her. Rebecca was staring at a corner in the room, right beside the couch.
“Ree, what are you staring at?” Liane asked, surprised.
Rebecca didn’t answer. She let a smile creep across her face. Rebecca had gotten her birthday wish, for in the corner sat an angel.