Angles are part of this universe. They are our guardians and protectors. They are most present when asked for help, yet they never disappear, they’re always watching… Last night, I hear soft footsteps in the hallway. I recognize them for my daughter often comes to find me in the middle of the night. As I sit up and walk her back into her bedroom. She says, “Mommy, grandma is in my room.” Half asleep, I’m thinking she was dreaming of grandma she visited the other day. Then, she takes my hand and points to a picture of my mother that stands on a bookshelf close to the window, and continues, “Grandma Krystyna is our angel. She has big white wings and she’s high up in heaven.” As I stand there speechless, my daughter climbs back into her bed, covers herself with a blanket and falls asleep. I can’t move or think. Tears fill my eyes and I embrace the message. No matter what I do, no matter what happens or where I am in life, my guardian angel will always stand close and will always hold my hand. Then, I look up at the heavens and smile… Yes, she is our angel indeed.