Chapter 1

It was a crisp, fall day in Auburn, Maine, but not so beautiful for the Roseberry family. Brian Roseberry was sitting in a hospital waiting room with his eight-yearold daughter, Daphne, while the doctors ran tests on his wife, Sara. "Daddy, what's wrong with Mommy?" asked a frightened Daphne. "I don't know, Sweetie," Brian said calmly. After hours of waiting, Dr. DeBray approached the worried family. "Mr. Roseberry," he said glumly, "your wife's test results are in. I'm very sorry, but she has Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia." "What's that?" asked Daphne. "Cancer," Brian replied, hiding his emotions to keep Daphne calm. The doctor continued. "According to the tests, she's had it for a few months now. We can try chemo and radiation therapy, but there isn't much hope. Her chances for survival are only about five percent." "Does that mean she's gonna die?" Daphne sniffled. "I'm afraid so." "How long?" asked Brian. "Not long," Dr. DeBray sighed. "I would say about two months." Poor Daphne hung her head. Tears came pouring from her eyes. "I'm very, very sorry," said Dr. DeBray. Daphne snuggled in her fathers arms, crying hysterically. Brian stood up, and lifted her into his arms as Sara entered the waiting room. She wrapped her arms around her family. "Shhh, it's okay, Sweetie," she whispered to Daphne. "Mommy's here. It's okay." Meanwhile, in Sacramento, Mirad Fitzpatrick was on a date with her boyfriend, Wyatt Cogburn. They had just finished dinner, and were sitting in the car, deciding what else they wanted to do together. "I'm having a good time," said Mirad, smiling vacantly at Wyatt. "So, what else do you wanna do?" asked Wyatt. "I don't know," Mirad replied. "I know what we can do." Wyatt fired up the engine, and drove off. "Where are we going?" asked Mirad. "It's a surprise." Wyatt drove around for a while, until he came to a deserted area. He stopped the car, and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Where are we?" Mirad asked, slightly nervous. "What are we doing?" "This." Wyatt laid his hand on Mirad's leg, and began lifting up her skirt. "Wait, what are you doing?" Mirad snapped. "I wanna make love to you," said Wyatt. "Wyatt, I told you. I'm not ready yet." "Well, when are you gonna be ready, Mirad?!" Wyatt shouted. "Because, I'm so damn sick of waiting!" "I said when I get married," Mirad replied, trying to be calm.

"That's bullshit!" Wyatt barked, unbuckling Mirad's seatbelt, and lifting up her skirt. "Wyatt, stop!" Mirad screamed as Wyatt jumped on her. "Stop it!" She managed to push him away, and free herself. "How dare you!" she shouted. "I told you I wasn't ready!" "Yeah, well, I'm sick and tired of waiting on you!" Wyatt growled. "Well, you won't have to anymore, because we're over!" Mirad opened the car door, and jumped out as quickly as possible. "This isn't over, bitch!" Wyatt screamed. "You'll pay for this! Screw you!" He fired up the engine again, and zoomed off, leaving Mirad all by herself, trembling as she took out her cell phone to call a cab.

Chapter 2
Christmas was approaching quickly. It was always a magical time of year for the Roseberries. That particular year, however, would have to be extra special, because it was their last Christmas with Sara. The family put up their tree, hung the ornaments, and put up so many Christmas lights that their house looked like Disneyland. Brian brought a large Santa Claus statue onto the front porch, and set him next to one of the lit trees. Sara decorated the house with sparkling streamers, candles in every window, and a beautiful wreath on the front door. The house looked like the North Pole. One evening, Daphne was in the living room, lying under the Christmas tree, looking up at the lights, when Sara walked in. "Hey, Sweetie," she said. "Watcha doin'?" "Looking at the lights," Daphne replied. "Can I join you?" "Yeah." Sara snuggled up next to Daphne, holding her close. "It's magical, isn't it?" "Yeah." "I think this is our best tree ever." "Me, too." "I'm gonna miss decorating the house with you and Daddy." "I don't want you to go," Daphne said sadly. "Aww, I don't wanna go, either, Sweetheart. I wanna stay here with you and Daddy." "Then, why are you leaving?" "I don't know, but I guess God needs me in heaven." "He needs another angel?" "Yeah." "Doesn't he have enough already?" Sara laughed. "Oh, you can never have enough angels, Daphne. They're the most magical creatures." "What do they look like?" "I don't know, but I think they have these huge, magnificent wings. They wear these beautiful, white outfits with glitter all over them, and their entire bodies light up." "Do they sing?" "Yes. They have the most beautiful voices you'll ever hear, so if you see anyone like that, they just might be an angel." "So, that's what you'll look like in heaven?" Sara smiled. "I think so." "Will you watch over me in heaven?" "Of course, I will. I'll be watching over you and Daddy, and I'll come see you every night, when you're fast asleep. All you have to do is close your eyes, and I'll pop into your dreams." "What about in the daytime?"

"I'll always be with you, always, but when you're awake, you'll have to look and feel and listen for me with your heart. Can you do that?" "Yes." "I know you can." "What's God like?" "Very nice." "Do you know him?" "Yeah. I talk to him every night, before I go to bed, before every meal, and when I wake up in the morning. I say a prayer. I thank him for my wonderful friends and family. I thank him for my little girl being so healthy and beautiful." Sara kissed Daphne's cheek. "Then, I ask him to bless everyone in the world, and pray that they have wonderful families like we do." "So, he gave me and Daddy to you?" "Yep, and I thank him all the time." "Wow, he's really nice." Sara smiled. "Yeah." "Mommy?" "Hmm?" "Can I ask you one last question?" "Sure, Sweetie." "When you fart, does your butt get smaller?" Sara burst out laughing. "What?!" "When you let the air out of your butt, does that mean it gets smaller?" Sara continued laughing. "You're silly!" "I really wanna know!" Daphne laughed. "I don't think so, Sweetie," Sara giggled. "Silly girl." Daphne giggled. "Mommy?" "Hmm?" "Can we go see Santa tomorrow?" "Of course. We were planning on taking you anyway." "Cool." "You know what you want?" "Yep." "Good." Daphne yawned. "I think somebody's getting tired. Ready to go to bed?" "Okay." "Come on. I'll tuck you in, read you a story, and sing you a lullaby." "Okay." Daphne sluggishly stood up. "I'm too tired to walk." "Come here." Sara lifted Daphne into her arms, carried her upstairs, and helped her get ready for bed.

Chapter 3
The next day, Brian and Sara took Daphne to the mall to see Santa, just as they promised. After they finished their shopping, they stood in line. When it was Daphne's turn to talk to Santa, she ran to him, and climbed up on his lap. "Hi, Santa!" she said cheerfully. "Ho ho ho!" Santa laughed. "Merry Christmas! And, what would you like for Christmas, Daphne?" "How did you know my name?" "Santa knows everything. You've been on the Nice List every year, since you were born. I know you've been an extra good girl this year, so what can Santa give you for Christmas?" "A prayer." "A prayer?" "Yes. My mommy's really, really sick. She has cancer, and the doctor said that this is gonna be her last Christmas, so will you please say a prayer for her?" Sara smiled at Brian with a tear in her eye. "Oh, absolutely, Daphne." "Thank you, Santa." "Anything else you'd like?" "Nope." "Are you sure you don't want any toys?" "I'm sure. I can live without toys this year. They won't replace my mommy." Tears poured from Sara's eyes as Brian reached in his pocket, and pulled out his camera. "Okay, Daphne," he said. "Say cheese!" Daphne and Santa smiled at the camera. "Cheese!" said Daphne. Brian took the picture. "Beautiful." "Thank you, Santa," said Daphne, giving Santa a hug. "You're very welcome!" Santa replied with a jolly laugh. "Merry Christmas!" "Merry Christmas, Santa." Then, Daphne climbed down from his lap, and went home with her parents.

Chapter 4
On Christmas morning, Brian and Sara cooked their usual Christmas breakfastsausage gravy and biscuits, but this time, they added something specialchocolate chip cookies shaped like Christmas trees. When they finished cooking, a sleepy Daphne entered the kitchen, and sat down in her seat as they brought the food to the table. "Here you go, Sweetheart," said Brian, placing two cookies on Daphne's napkin. "Chocolate chip cookies?!" Daphne exclaimed excitedly. "Yep, just for you." "Thanks!" Brian and Sara sat down at the table. "Don't eat yet," said Brian. "I wanna say Grace." "Okay," said Daphne. "Lord, thank you for this wonderful food we're about to receive, and please bless those less fortunate than us. Thank you for giving me a beautiful wife and daughter, and thank you for letting Sara stay with us for Christmas." Sara smiled at Brian. "Amen." "Amen," said Daphne and Sara. Then, they began eating their breakfast. Later, the family gathered around the Christmas tree with Christmas music playing in the background. "This is for you, Brian," Sara said, placing a gift in Brian's lap, and kissing him on the cheek. Brian tore the paper off, and pulled out a scrapbook. He flipped through the pages. "It's you and me. This way, I'll always be with you." Brian kissed Sara with tears in his eyes. "Thanks, Hun." Then, he handed her a small gift bag. Sara removed the tissue paper from the bag, and pulled out a small box. She opened the box, and saw a beautiful pearl necklace inside. "Awwww!" she cried. "How could you afford this?" "I'd pay a million bucks for you, Sweetheart," said Brian. "Awwww, I love you so much!" Sara kissed Brian as she grasped the necklace. "Here. I'll put it on for you." Sara lifted her hair as Brian wrapped the necklace around her neck, and fastened it for her. "Beautiful," Brian exhaled. "You look really pretty, Mommy," said Daphne. "Awww, thank you, Sweetie." Sara hugged and kissed Daphne. "Here's a present from me," said Brian, placing a wrapped box in Daphne's lap.

"Thank you." Daphne ripped the paper off fast, and looked at the Barbie doll inside the box. "She looks like Mommy." "Yep." Brian nodded. "That's why I picked it out for you." "Thank you, Daddy," said Daphne, hugging Brian. "Here you go, Sweetie," said Sara, handing her another gift. "Be careful with this one." Daphne carefully ripped the paper off, opened the box, and gently lifted the porcelain angel out. "I made that just for you," said Sara. "It's your guardian angel. Put it on top of your dresser, so I can watch over you while you sleep." "You made that?" Brian enquired. "Yep." "I didn't know you were so good at ceramics." "I took a lot of classes in college and high school. My mom was really good at ceramics, too, so she got me into it." "This is the prettiest angel in the world," said Daphne. "Thank you, Mommy." Sara smiled sweetly at Daphne, giving her another hug. "Aww, you're welcome, Baby." "There's one more," said Brian. "Here you go, Daph." He tossed the gift into Daphne's lap. Sara chuckled. "Thank you." Daphne ripped the paper off, and found a thick book inside. She opened it to look at the pages. "It's blank." "Yep," said Brian. "It's a journal." While Daphne flipped through the pages, a note fell in her lap. "Oh, looks like there was something in there," said Sara, grabbing the note, and unfolding it. "Do you want me to read it to you?" "Okay." "Okay. 'Dear Daphne, I kept my promise to you. I say a prayer for your mom every night, but I still wanted to give you something special. This journal is for your deepest thoughts. Write your life story in it, and share it with your mom in heaven. I know everything, and I know you have quite a story to write. Merry Christmas. Love, Santa.'" Sara folded the note again, and stuck it inside the journal. "Wasn't that nice of Santa?" "Yeah." Daphne looked at the journal again, and smiled. "He kept his promise, didn't he?" "Yep, because Santa always keeps his promise." Sara nodded. "Always." "This is the best Christmas ever." "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Sweetie." "It's not over yet," said Brian. "We still have Christmas dinner with the whole family, more presents, and Christmas karaoke." Daphne smiled so beautifully as she held her presents in her lap. Sara scooted toward her, and wrapped her arms around her as Brian took a picture with his camera.

"Merry Christmas, Mommy," said Daphne. "Merry Christmas, Angel-Face," said Sara. "Brian, get your cute butt over here, and join in the hugging." Brian put down the camera, and scooted toward Sara and Daphne, wrapping his arms around the two. "If only someone could take a picture of this," he said. Out of nowhere, the camera took a picture of the three. "What the?!" Brian snapped, startled. Daphne laughed. "That was funny!" Sara giggled. "I think that must've been God that took the picture."

Chapter 5
That night, after all the Christmas excitement ended, Sara lay ill in her bed, surrounded by her whole family. Brian and Daphne were lying in bed with her, snuggling in her arms. "I had the most wonderful Christmas anyone could ever ask for," said a very weak but happy Sara. "I didn't think I'd make it to Christmas, but I guess God wanted me to celebrate it one more time before I go. I'm glad I did, because it was wonderfulso special and so magical. I have the most amazing family." Everyone standing around her bed wiped floods and floods of tears from their eyes. "I don't know why I have to go now, but I guess God has something big planned for me in heaven. Maybe he needs me. I'm happy he could at least spare me for Christmas, but now, Christmas is over, and it's time to go home." "Are you scared?" asked Daphne. "No, not anymore. I was when the doctor first told me, but I'm at peace now. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm actually excited. I get to see what heaven's like. At the same time, I'm sad, because I'm gonna miss you guys so much. I love you so much. Merry Christmas." The family said their goodbyes. They each gave Sara hugs and kisses, wishing her a Merry Christmas, and giving her their love. Then, they left, and Brian and Daphne fell asleep in Sara's arms. In the morning, Brian was the first to wake up. He felt Sara's hands. They were cold as ice. He hoped he wasn't right. He pressed his ear against her mouth to listen for breathing, but he didn't hear anything. "Oh, God," he shuddered. "Daphne, wake up," he whispered, tapping Daphne's shoulder. "Is it morning yet?" asked a very sleepy Daphne, barely opening her eyes. "Daphne, Honey, Mom's gone." "No, she's not. She's right here." "No, I mean, she's dead." Daphne's jaw dropped open as she stared at her mom. "I'm so sorry, Sweetie." "No!" Daphne cried. "Mommy, wake up!" "Honey, she's" "Mommy! Mommy!" Daphne kept trying desperately to wake her mother up. "Mommy, please, wake up!" Brian wrapped his arms around Daphne. "Honey, she won't wake up," he wept. "She's gone." "Mommy!" Daphne sobbed. "I'm so sorry." Brian held Daphne in his arms. "I'm so sorry, Honey," he sobbed. Poor Daphne began crying hysterically while Brian kept holding her. There was not a dry eye at Sara's funeral. There were many, many people who came to say goodbye to her. She had touched so many lives in her short time on Earth.

Chapter 6
After Sara's death, things started going downhill for Brian and Daphne. Everyday, Brian distracted himself with his work at the office, and at night, he went out to the bar for drinks, leaving his poor daughter at home with the babysitter. Daphne was growing up, and soon able to look after herself when her father went out at night, but she was really missing him. They always ate dinner together every night, but never said a whole lot to each other. They didn't fight. They just didn't speak. Daphne was too afraid to tell her father how she felt, because she didn't want to fight with him. She didn't know what was worse fighting or not speaking. It's not that Brian was neglecting Daphne. He still fed, clothed, and sheltered her, and he always gave her a good night kiss, even though his breath smelled like alcohol. He just didn't make much of an effort to communicate with her. He could barely look at her, because she reminded him so much of Sara. Even with his drinking and working, Brian never became violent or aggressive, and after a night at the bar, the bar owner always called a cab to take him home again. However, Brian was drowning deeper and deeper into depression. During his waking moments, he barely spoke to anyone, and at night, when he went to bed, he would cry himself to sleep. Poor Daphne didn't know how to get his attention, due to her fear of starting a fight with him, so she found ways to pour out her own pain, through music. After she finished her homework, she locked herself in her room, sat at her keyboard, and wrote music. She waited until she was sixteen, and owned her own car, to join the choir, because she was too afraid to let her father drive her for a few reasons. It was too awkward for her to be alone in the car with him. He never spoke to her, and she was always afraid to open her mouth around him. What if she said something to start a fight? Plus, some of her rehearsals were in the evening, and her father was always out by then. She didn't want him driving drunk. In choir, Daphne made many new friends, and quickly built a strong bond with the choral director. Choir was her safe place, her sanctuary, where she felt so free to express her emotions. When the choir stopped rehearsing for a ten minute break, Daphne mingled with the others, and confided in them. She told them everythingabout her mom, her dad's drinking and working habits, and how afraid she was to speak to him. It felt so good for her to finally have people in her life she could actually talk to, but what about her father? Maybe he needed that, too. Just when Daphne was beginning to feel a little better, things suddenly went downhill again. She was seventeen years old when her doctor diagnosed her with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia, the same cancer that killed her mother. Luckily, she was diagnosed a lot earlier, but still, there wasn't much hope, unless they could find her a bone marrow donor. The chances of that were pretty slim, because her blood type was very hard to match.

Chapter 7
Daphne soon started her chemotherapy treatments, which made her feel very ill and drained of energy. It was too difficult for her to concentrate on her schoolwork, so she had to drop out. However, she refused to give up choir, but since she felt too sick to drive, her father had to drop her off, and pick her up. During her evening rehearsals, he would wait, until after he picked her up to take her home again, before he would go out to the bar again. One afternoon, in mid November, Brian drove Daphne to her rehearsal. It was a very awkward silence, until Daphne finally opened her mouth to speak. "Are you coming to my Christmas choir concert?" she asked. "When is it?" asked Brian. "Christmas Eve at two-o-clock." "I'll try to be there." "Thanks." Daphne said doubtfully. While Daphne was in rehearsal, Brian sat in the lobby, trying to distract himself with a book. It didn't work, and he didn't want people seeing his pain. Every time someone walked passed him, he tried to put on a blank expression to hide his pain. It worked for a while, until the choral director came into the lobby, and sat next to him. "Hi," she said. "I'm Mirad Fitzpatrick. I'm the choral director. We're on our ten minute break. I heard you were here, and I wanted to meet you." "Hi," Brian said glumly. "Is everything okay?" "Yeah." "Are you sure? You don't look very happy." Brian didn't speak. "Daphne told me about Sara. I'm so sorry. I guess these past few years have been difficult for you." "Yeah." "And, now, Daphne's sick, too?" "Yeah." "I'm so sorry." "Thanks." Brian turned his head, trying to hide his pain from Mirad. "Mr. Roseberry, you don't have to be embarrassed or ashamed of being depressed. You can talk to me about anything." Brian looked at Mirad, and saw the kindness in her eyes. "Sara died ten years ago," he said, "on Christmas night." "Oh, no," Mirad said sweetly. "She had the same cancer as Daphne, and now, Daphne's gonna die, too. Just great." "You don't know that." "The doctor said the chances of finding a donor are low." Brian hung his head. "Why do I have to lose both of them?" he sniffled. "It's not fair." "Listen to me. Miracles happen all the time. You have to keep believing in them, because they will happen if you believe."

"I'm trying." "But, it's difficult, because your wife died of the same disease." "Yeah." "Then, I'll believe and pray with you. I've been praying for you and Daphne since she first joined the choir." "Thanks." "She's a very gifted singer." "So was her mom." "That's where she got that beautiful voice from?" "Yeah." "I hope you can make it to the concert in December. I know it would make her very happy." "I'll try to be there." "Daphne told me how the two of you find it difficult to communicate." "It's too hard to look at her. She's so much like her mom." "You know what I think?" "What?" "I think that when someone dies, it's only their body that dies. The actual person living in that body is still alive. You just have to look, listen, and feel with your heart. My father died when I was about Daphne's age, and I still talk to him every night." "Thanks. I'll remember that." "Well, listen. Break time is almost over, so I have to get back to rehearsal, but it was so lovely to meet you, Mr. Roseberry." "Brian." "It was lovely to meet you, Brian, and I'd love to get to know you more." "Maybe we could have dinner sometime?" Brian suggested courageously. "I'd love that. Are you available on Friday?" "Yeah, anytime after 5:30." "Okay. I'll call you." "Okay." As Mirad walked away, Brian managed to smile, even just a little, through his pain.

Chapter 8
On Friday night, Brian was getting ready to go out, but not to the usual bar. He showered, shaved, and dressed up in a silk shirt and matching pants. He dabbed a bit of cologne on his neck, and headed out the door to meet Mirad. The two had dinner at Mirad's house, where they could get to know each other in private. "So, what do you do for a living?" asked Mirad. "I'm a mechanic," Brian replied. "I work at the garage down the road from the church." "Oh, I think I got my SUV fixed there a few years ago. I don't remember seeing you there, though." "Probably one of my co-workers." "Oh, okay." "How long have you been here?" "Here in Maine, or in America in general?" Brian looked puzzled. "Uhh" Mirad chuckled. "I immigrated from Ireland when I was but eighteen. I lived in Sacramento for a while, until about ten years ago, when I moved here." "How'd you end up here?" Mirad sighed. "Ex-boyfriend." "Uh-oh." "Yep. He kept pressuring me to do things I wasn't ready for." "What a jerk. Did you tell him no?" "Over and over, and he refused to listen." "Oh, no." "Yep, so one night, we were in his car, and he lifted my skirt up, and jumped on me." "What did you do?" "I pushed him off." "Wow," Brian chuckled. "You're strong." "After I broke up with him, he told me I'd pay for it, so I decided to leave as soon as possible." "Good move." "So, I packed my things, moved here, and now, I have the best job in the world." "You like it here?" "I love it." "Even though it gets really cold in the wintertime?" "That makes me feel like I'm back in Ireland, because the Irish winters are pretty cold." "You miss Ireland?" "Every now and then, I get homesick, but I love America." "Even with the crappy economy?"

"I believe the darkest of times have an end. Maybe we can't see the end right now, but it's there. Things will get better." "I like your attitude." "I try to be positive as much as I can." "That's good. I'm trying to be positive, but" "Sometimes, positivity doesn't work for some people. Sometimes, you need to feel bad to feel good again." "I've been feeling bad for ten years." "I know," Mirad said sympathetically. "How've you been coping?" "Not very well, to be honest. I try to distract myself with work and beer. Couldn't find anyone to talk to about it. Everybody kept pressuring me to get over it already." "Those words can really hurt." "Yeah." "And, you can't just 'get over' something like that. I still miss my dad very much." "Do you start crying out of nowhere?" "Yeah." "Me, too. I cry on my pillow every night, because I'm apparently not allowed to cry around other people." "You're allowed to cry around me." "You're the first person to say that." "Well, I don't believe in hiding your feelings behind a forced smile. You have to let it out first, and you need someone you can lean on." "Yeah. People don't understand what it's like." "Because, they haven't been through it yet." "Nope." "You never really get over it." "Nope, but having a friend like you makes it easier to cope." Mirad smiled sweetly at Brian. "Well, I'm glad I could help you." "And, thanks for helping Daphne through this, too. I don't know how to help her." "Just love her." "I do." "Be there for her. Keep saying a prayer for her. Every night, before you go to bed, and before every meal, say a prayer for Daphne." "I don't know if I can do that." "Yes, you can. Brian, she needs you, and you need her." Tears fell from Brian's eyes. "I do need her," he sniffled. Mirad put her fork down, got up from her seat, and wrapped her arms around Brian to console him. "It's okay," she whispered softly, massaging his back while he cried. "It's okay, Brian."

Chapter 9
That night, Brian came home sober, and Daphne was in the living room, waiting up for him. "Hey, Dad," said Daphne. "Hey, Daph," said Brian. "How was it?" "It was great." "She's really nice, isn't she?" "The nicest person I've met since" Brian swallowed. "Since what?" "Since your mom." "Wow." "Yeah." "Did you talk?" "Yep." Daphne hesitated, and then, asked, "Um, do you know if you're coming to the concert?" "Yep, I'll be there." Daphne smiled. "Thanks, Daddy." Brian brushed a tear from his eye. "What's wrong?" asked Daphne. "Nothing," said Brian. "Just that was the first time I've seen that smile in ten years." "That's the first time I smiled for real. Most of the time, it's fake." "You should never have to fake a smile. That's what Mirad told me." "That's what she tells me, too." "Well, I'd listen to her if I were you," Brian teased, "because she's smart." Daphne laughed quietly. "Do you like her?" "Yeah." "I mean, do you like her, like her?" Brian sighed with a smile on his face. "Yeah, II think I do." Daphne changed the subject. "I'm gonna get ready for bed." She headed towards the living room door, and turned around again. "Oh, um, Daddy?" she asked nervously. "Will you come, tuck me in like you used to?" "Sure," Brian replied without hesitating. Daphne got ready for bed, and snuggled under the covers. Brian soon came in, tucked her into bed, and kissed her on the forehead, with alcohol-free breath, like he used to when she was little. "Good night, Sweetheart," he said softly. "Good night, Daddy," Daphne yawned. Then, Brian got ready for bed. Before crawling under the covers, he sat on the edge of the bed with his hand on his heart. "God? I know I haven't been a very good father to Daphne, and I'm sorry, but will you please, please do something for me? Will you please let her live? I can't lose her, too. And, I

promise I'll be a better father to her. Oh, and please give Sara my love. Thanks, God. Amen." Then, he crawled under the covers. This time, he didn't cry himself to sleep. This time, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Chapter 10
Life began to turn around for Daphne and Brian. Brian stopped going out to the bar, and gave up drinking altogether. He no longer used his job to distract him. He and Daphne finally began to rebuild their relationship. He finally found a friend to open up to, which made coping with Sara's death so much easier. He was finally able to accept her death. Every night, he kept saying his prayers, and before every meal, he said Grace. He thanked God for the blessings he received, and asked him to let Daphne beat her cancer. The car rides to Daphne's rehearsals were no longer awkward. Brian and Daphne found a lot to talk about, and even when there was nothing to talk about, they always managed to find something. If not, they just smiled at each other briefly. Brian and Mirad spent a lot of time together. Their friendship was getting stronger, and they felt more and more comfortable around each other. They shared everything with each othertheir dreams, fears, everything. They confided in each other, and both helped Daphne through a difficult, scary time. It was finally December, and Christmas was approaching. Since Sara's death, Brian found it too painful to celebrate Christmas. Would things be any different this year? One afternoon, Brian, Daphne, and Mirad all went Christmas shopping at the mall. "I haven't been Christmas shopping in so long," Brian said as they walked around the mall, "let alone, in a mall." "Too many memories?" Mirad enquired. "Yeah, but I can handle it now." "That's good." "So, who are you buying for?" "Besides my family, I'm buying gifts for the whole choir. I asked everyone to write down what they wanted, so I could get it for them." "Can you even afford that?" "Oh, absolutely. I love giving gifts, and you'd be surprised how many people in the choir only ask for inexpensive things." "That's good, because people today are so greedy." "I agree. I remember when I was a little girl, and all I wanted for Christmas were Barbie dolls. Now, most kids want all these expensive, high-tech things." "Not me," said Daphne. "You've never really cared about all the popular electronics," Brian replied, "except that iPod I got you for your birthday." "Yeah. I could honestly care less about most of that stuff. It doesn't really mean anything to me." "If only more kids were like you, Daph." "I mean, why would I wanna watch TV shows on a phone? I'm oldfashioned. I like using an actual TV, and I only use my phone to make phone calls."

"Thank God for you!" Brian laughed. "I still love getting presents, though, but I don't care about the expensive crap." "Is there something you really want for Christmas this year?" asked Mirad. "I guess," Daphne replied. "What is it?" "I want me and Daddy to be a happy family again." "Awww, you will be." "Not until the cancer goes away." "And, it will. God's miracles happen everyday, especially around Christmastime." "She got a big one a long time ago," added Brian. "You had a Christmas miracle?" Mirad enquired. Brian nodded. "Yeah. It was when Sara was sick. Daphne sat on Santa's lap, asked him for a prayer, and he came through big time." "Awww," Mirad sighed, "isn't that precious?" "Maybe that's why Sara got to live to see one last Christmas." "Prayer is very powerful, more powerful than people think. That's why I put you two on the prayer list at my church." Brian smiled at Mirad. "Thank you."

Chapter 11
After they finished their Christmas shopping, they all went back to Mirad's house for dinner. "I wasn't sure what to cook," said Mirad, "so I'll order a pizza. What kind do you like?" "Pepperoni," said Daphne. "Pepperoni," agreed Brian. "Pepperoni's my favorite, too," said Mirad. While Mirad ordered the pizza, Daphne wandered around the house a little. She sauntered into the living room, and was flabbergasted at the vast decorations. The living room truly looked like the North Pole. There was a Christmas tree in every corner, reindeer, elves, snowmen, and angels against the walls, a Nativity Scene on top of the television, and a Santa statue by the piano. What made it look even more like the North Pole was the white carpet. It looked like snow. Daphne sat at the piano, and began to play and sing. Meanwhile, Mirad and Brian were setting the table, when they heard Daphne's beautiful voice. "Haven't heard her sing in forever," Brian sighed. "You haven't?" "No. She usually locks herself in her room, and practices by herself." "Are you coming to the concert?" "Yep." "Did she tell you she has a solo?" "Nope." "Yeah, she auditioned a few days ago." "That's great!" Brian exclaimed proudly. "You're in for a treat. I don't think anyone has ever sung this solo part better, and I've heard some fantastic voices over the years. Not to pick favorites, but Daphne's is probably the best." "Sara would be so proud of her." "She'd be proud of both of you, and she'd be so happy to see how close the two of you are again." Brian and Mirad stood outside the living room, and listened to Daphne sing. When she finished, they applauded. "You heard that?" Daphne asked, slightly embarrassed. "Yep," said Brian. "You don't have to be embarrassed," said Mirad. "You're amazing!" Brian exclaimed. "Really?" asked Daphne. "Absolutely. Your mom would be so proud of you." Daphne smiled. "Thanks, Daddy." "Can I join you?" asked Mirad. "Sure."

Mirad sat on the bench with Daphne, and together, they played and sang a duet. Mirad's voice sent chills down Brian's back, and made him tremble. He applauded when they finished. As soon as Mirad got up from the piano bench, Brian ran to her, threw his arms around her, and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him, and held onto him tightly. Daphne's eyes lit up as she watched them. Something inside her told her this was the beginning of a bright, new chapter for her and her dad. They were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. "Pizza's here." Daphne flew to the door to answer it.

Chapter 12
The next day, Mirad dropped by with a huge Christmas tree. She and Brian hauled it into the living room, and set it up. They strung hundreds of colorful lights around it. Then, Mirad set up reindeer, elves, snowmen, and angels against the walls, just like at her house. Brian set up the Nativity Scene on top of the television, and the old Santa statue by the tree. Together, the three of them hung a wreath on the front door, and strung many more lights around the outside of the house. They hung the ornaments and tinsels on the tree in the living room, and Brian placed an angel at the top. "What do you think?" asked Brian. "Awesome!" Daphne cried. "It looks fantastic," said Mirad, "but no tree is complete without these!" She bent over, and grabbed a box of candy canes out of her decorations bag. "I haven't eaten a candy cane since I was a kid!" Brian chuckled. "Well, whatever doesn't fit on the tree, you can eat them now," said Mirad, "but the ones on the tree need to stay there, until Christmas day. Then, you can eat them." Daphne opened the box of candy canes, and the three hung as many on the tree as possible. Whatever didn't fit, they ate, but the rest stayed on the tree. "Now, that's more like it," said Mirad, crunching on a candy cane. "Only thing missing now is the presents under the tree," said Brian. "I still haven't started wrapping them." "I'll help you." "You will?" "Of course!" "Thanks, Mirad." "You're welcome." "Mirad, do you wanna celebrate Christmas with us?" asked Daphne. "I'd be delighted!" Mirad cried. The three pulled each other into one big group hug, and Brian invited Mirad to stay for dinner.

Chapter 13
After dinner, Mirad made three steaming cups of hot cocoa with marshmallows, and the three sat together on the sofa in the living room, snuggling in each other's arms, listening to Christmas music. "For the first time in a long time," said Brian, "it actually feels like Christmas. "I actually feel like I have a reason to celebrate it." "There's always a reason to celebrate Christmas," said Mirad. "I know. I just forgot what that reason was for so long. Now, I remember." "It's being with the ones you love that makes it so special." "Yeah." "That's what I really want for Christmas, to celebrate it with all my loved ones." "And, you are." "Yep." "This is the best hot chocolate I've ever tasted," said Daphne. "Why, thank you," Mirad said with a giggle. "Do you wanna see my room?" "I'd love to." After they finished their drinks, Mirad followed Daphne up the stairs to her room. "Wow!" Mirad exhaled. "What a great room! I see you're a huge fan of The High Kings. I see posters of them all over your wall." "Yeah, they're awesome," said Daphne. "Who bought that keyboard for you?" "I bought it myself." "How?" "I used to babysit a lot, and I saved up for it." "Will you play something for me?" "Sure." Daphne sat at her keyboard, and played and sang one verse of Silent Night. "That was lovely," Mirad said sweetly. "Thanks," Daphne said shyly. Mirad looked at the doll and the angel on top of Daphne's dresser. "What are these?" she asked. "Daddy gave me that Barbie for Christmas, because she looked just like Mom, and Mom gave me the angel, so she could watch over me." "Awww, how lovely. You can surround yourself with her." "Yeah. Like, when I get really scared, I look at the angel and the doll, and it's like my mom's telling me everything will be okay." "Is it the cancer that scares you?" Daphne shook her head. "What is it?" "It's not really the cancer," Daphne said nervously. "It's dying." "You're afraid of the cancer killing you?"

"Yeah." Daphne plopped down on the bed. "I just I don't wanna die. I'm just a kid." She wiped tears from her eyes. "I wanna grow up, and get married, and have kids, and be a singer, and the cancer's taking everything away from me." Mirad crawled into the bed with Daphne, and held her. "Daphne, I may not be in your situation, but I know how frustrating and horrible it must feel to think you're losing everything. Here's the secret. Don't let the cancer win. Don't let death win. Keep fighting. Fight as hard as you can. If you have faith in yourself, you can do anything. You can beat this cancer. You can move mountains. You're so much stronger than you think you are." "Is it okay to be scared, though?" "Of course, it is. Everybody gets scared, even the greatest of heroes. I bet Rosa Parks was very scared when she fought against segregation. The trick is to not let fear stop you. She didn't let fear stop her, and neither should you. It's okay to be scared, and it's okay to cry and scream if you have to, but don't let that fear stop you. You can beat the cancer. I know you can." "Thanks, Mirad." "You're welcome." Mirad stroked Daphne's hair. "Hey, I never asked you if you're okay with me dating your father." "Yeah, I'm okay with it." "I'm only asking, because most kids aren't okay with it." "Actually, I'm glad you're with my dad." "You are?" "Yeah. Ever since you and he met, everything's different. He's not drinking anymore, and we're close again. You gave me my dad back. You made everything good again, and you're making it easier to deal with losing Mom." Mirad smiled. "It's like, when you come into the room, you make it bright again. My dad's face lights up when he sees you. Do you know what he did after the first night you guys had dinner?" "What?" "He tucked me in, and kissed me good night like he used to when I was a kid. I mean, he always kissed me good night, but I always smelled alcohol on his breath. Not anymore. He actually smells like he used to when Mom was alive, like cologne and aftershave." Mirad beamed at Daphne. "I did all that?" "Yeah." "Daphne?" "Huh?" "I think I'm falling in love with your father." Daphne smiled brightly. "Really?" "Yes. I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone, especially not Wyatt." "Who's Wyatt?" "My ex-boyfriend from Sacramento." "Oh, yeah. Dad told me about him."

"I thought I loved Wyatt, but the truth is, I was trapped. I wasn't in love. I was trapped under his spell, trying to convince myself that I loved him, just to keep him satisfied." "He sounds like a douche." Mirad laughed. "He wasn't very nice at all." "If I was there when he tried to rape you, I would've kicked his butt." "You were only seven." "So? I could've taken him." Mirad laughed. "And, my mom would, too." Mirad continued laughing while hugging Daphne. "God bless you, Daphne." "You remember when my dad told you about that miracle I got for Christmas?" "You mean, when Santa prayed for your mom?" "Yeah." "Yes." Mirad nodded. "I wanna show you something." Daphne reached under her pillow, and grabbed the journal Santa had given her ten years before. "Santa gave me this for Christmas." She pulled the note out of the back of the journal, and handed it to Mirad. "He wrote that." Mirad read the note, and nearly burst into tears. "Wow." "Is it silly that I'm seventeen, and I still believe in Santa Claus?" "No, it's not. I'm thirty-three, and I still believe in him." "That's really cool." "Yep. I believe he's a form of God. He stands for giving, kindness, happiness, love, and warmth, all the important parts of Christmas." "I wish people wouldn't take advantage of his generosity, though. I wish they would learn something from him about giving." "Well, you have, and from what your father told me, you learned that a long time ago, when you only asked for him to pray for your mom." "I didn't ask for anything else." "Nope, because toys weren't important to you." "He still gave me the journal." "Have you written in it?" "Yeah. You wanna read it?" "Are you sure?" "I'm sure. You're the only person I'm showing it to." "What do you write in it?" "Songs." "You write songs?" "Yep." Daphne handed Mirad the journal. "Read one." Mirad opened the journal, and read the very first song Daphne had written in it. "Wow," she exhaled softly. "Daphne, these lyrics are very powerful. You write beautiful songs. Do you have music for them?" "Yeah, but I write the sheet music on special paper."

"I'd love to hear you sing one of your songs sometime." "I'll sing one for you later." "Okay." "Right now, I'm too comfy here." Mirad giggled. "I know. I love lying here with you." "Kinda feels like I'm in my mom's arms again. You remind me of her." "Awww." "I mean, you're different from her, but you're a lot like her, too." "I'll take that as a huge compliment." "It's supposed to be," Daphne chuckled, snuggling in Mirad's arms. While they snuggled in each other's arms, Brian came running up the stairs. "It's snowing!" he announced.

Chapter 14
"It is?!" Daphne asked excitedly. "Oh, yeah," said Brian. "Big time!" Mirad and Daphne looked out the window. The ground was completely white. "You guys wanna build a snowman with me?" asked Brian. "Yes!" Daphne squealed. "Come on," said Mirad. "Let's get you all warm and cozy." Brian hurried into his room, and threw on some warm clothes. He came back, carrying a knitted hat, knitted mittens, and a fake-fur coat. "Mirad," he said. "You can wear these. They were Sara's." Mirad wrapped herself in the warm, fluffy jacket, slipped her hands into the soft mittens, and put the hat on. "Oh, this is lovely," she said. After the three bundled up in warm clothes, they hurried outside, and turned on all the Christmas lights, so they could see in the dark.. Then, they started building the snowman. Daphne wrapped a red scarf around its neck, and placed a big, straw hat on its head. "Almost done," said Mirad. "We just need to give him a face." "I have some of Daphne's old bouncy balls we could use for the eyes," said Brian. "I'll go get 'em." He rushed back into the house to get the balls, and came out with two small, black ones and one larger, red one. "I found a nose, too," he said, handing the two black balls to Mirad, and the red one to Daphne. They carefully placed the eyes and the nose in the right place. Then, with her index finger, Daphne carefully drew a smiling mouth underneath the nose. "So, what do you think?" asked Mirad. "The biggest and best snowman I've ever seen," said Brian. "I think so, too," Mirad agreed. "Yeah, I" Brian suddenly jumped when a snowball hit him. "What the?!" "What?" asked Mirad. "Someone threw a snowball at my butt." Daphne burst out laughing. "I got you, Daddy!" "Ooh, I'm gonna get you for that!" Brian teased, picking up a large snowball, and nailing Daphne in the chest. Mirad dug up a smaller snowball, and held it in the air. "Snowball fight!" she announced, throwing the snowball at Brian. "Let's get away from the snowman!" Brian laughed as Daphne and Mirad continued throwing snowballs at him. They slowly moved away from the snowman while they continued the snowball fight. The three slapped each other with one snowball after another, both small and large. They fell onto the ground, and rolled around, laughing and shoving snow at each other. After a while, their arms were too tired to move anymore snow, and they just snuggled up together, still laughing. "That was fun," said Daphne. "Yeah, it was," Mirad agreed.

"It feels like we're one family," added Brian. "Yeah," Daphne agreed. They looked up at the lights, and then, at the snowman. "Looks like a Winter Wonderland," said Daphne. "Isn't it magical?" Mirad sighed. "Really magical." "I'm starting to get cold out here," said Brian. "Me, too," agreed Mirad. "Come on. Let's go inside, and I'll make us some more cocoa." With that, they struggled to their feet, and headed inside, while the snowman glistened in the dim light.

Chapter 15
The next day, Mirad met with her best friend, Mazy, for lunch. "Okay, you've been smiling since you got here," said Mazy. "How was your weekend with Brian?" "Amazing," Mirad answered. "What did you do?" "Well, we went Christmas shopping, and we ate dinner together, two nights in a row" "Oooh!" "And, I bonded with his beautiful daughter." "What's she like?" "Well, she's in my choir, so I knew her before I met her father, but this weekend, I felt more like her mother than her choir director." Mirad sighed happily. "It was wonderful. She's such an angel." "How old is she?" "Seventeen." "Wait, she's seventeen, and she's an angel?" Mazy joked. Mirad chuckled. "Yes. Oh, she's wonderful, and she has the most beautiful singing voice." "I think you told me about her. Isn't she the one that has that big solo part in the Christmas concert?" "Yes. You need to come, and watch her. She'll steal your heart away." "So, she's okay with you dating her dad?" "Yes. I even made sure." "Good, because most kids hate when their parents start dating again." "She said she and Brian really needed me, and she said I made things better for her." "Aww." "They've both had such a hard life these past few years." "Yeah, well, it's really hard when a family member dies." "That, and now, Daphne has the same cancer as her mother." "Oh, no," Mazy moaned sadly. "Is she gonna be okay?" "I think she will be." "That's gotta be rough on Brian. I mean, first, his wife dies of cancer, and now, his only daughter gets the same cancer as her mom." "It's rough on her, too. She's scared out of her mind." "Well, yeah. I would be if I was in her shoes. No kid wants to die." "I don't think she will, though. I think she'll beat this." "Yep. She just needs to keep on fighting." "That's what I told her." "So, do you love Brian?" Mirad leaned her head to one side, as if in a dream. "Yeah. Yeah, I do," she replied, beaming brightly. "Have you told him yet?" "Not yet."

"Well, you should. I've never seen you so happy before." "That's because I've never been this happy in my entire life." "Then, tell him how you feel. Don't waste another minute. When are you gonna see him again?" "Tonight, when he brings Daphne to rehearsal." "Tell him then." "I don't know," Mirad groaned nervously, rubbing her hand against her forehead. "Why?" "I'm afraid of move in on him too fast." "Mirad, you're not. You're not rushing anything, not if it's what you really want, not if, in your heart, you know that it's what you really, really want. You have to listen to your heart. Forget all those thoughts in your head, telling you to keep waiting. That's just fear talking." "You know, I was talking to Daphne about fear yesterday. I told her not to let it stop her. Now, here I am, scared out of my mind." "Well, no one ever said love was easy or not scary, but it's worth it in the end. How do you think I got Matthew? I faced my fears, head-on, and told him how I felt. Now, we're having our first baby." "When are you due?" "In a few weeks, close to Christmas." Mazy changed the subject back again. "Mirad, dont you want the same thing I have with Matthew? Do you wanna be with Brian, and be Daphne's mom?" "More than anything, and I want another baby." "Then, dive in." Mirad took a deep breath. "Okay. Okay, I will." "Good for you." That afternoon, Mirad was getting ready for choir rehearsal, and trying to build up the courage to tell Brian how she felt, when the doorbell rang. She answered the door, and nearly fell backwards when she saw who it was. "Ho ho ho," the man said in an evil tone of voice.

Chapter 16
"Wyatt?" Mirad panted, shocked. "Hello, Mirad." "How did you find me?" "I followed you here." "I mean, what are you doing here, in Maine?" "Like I said, I followed you." "What?!" "Yep. I've been watching you." "You were spying on me?!" Mirad asked angrily. "I don't like that word, 'spying." I was keeping an eye on you, making sure you didn't cause anymore trouble." "Excuse me?!" "Oh, come on. You broke my heart ten years ago. Only a matter of time, till you break your new boyfriend's heart." "How dare you!" Mirad shouted. "Now, now," said Wyatt, patting Mirad's shoulder, "calm down." "You get your hands off me, and don't you tell me to calm down!" "Hey!" Wyatt grabbed Mirad's arm. "Control yourself!" "Let go of me!" Mirad managed to pull away from Wyatt. "Get out of my house!" she growled. "Oh, Mirad, I don't think you wanna kick me out, now, do you? It's so cold outside." "I said get out!" Mirad screamed, slamming the door in Wyatt's face, and locking it. She ran to the backdoor to lock it, too. Then, she waited, until Wyatt got in his car, and drove away. She finished preparing for rehearsal, hurried out the door, and drove to Brian's house. As soon as she pulled into the driveway, she got out as quickly as she could, and ran to the door, ringing the doorbell continuously. Brian rushed to the door, and saw Mirad shaking in her skin. "Mirad, what's wrong?" he worried. "I need you to drive me to rehearsal," she whimpered. "Why? Is everything okay?" "Wyatt's back, and I'm too scared to go anywhere by myself." Brian helped Mirad into the house, since her shaking made it difficult for her to move. He held her in his arms, and gently caressed her. Tears poured out of Mirad's eyes as she began hyperventilating. "He he followed me here. He's been spying on me all this time." "Shh, it's okay," Brian said softly. "I'm not gonna let him hurt you. I'm right here." "Will you please drive me to rehearsal? I can't go anywhere by myself." "I don't think you should go to rehearsal tonight." "It's in two hours. I can't cancel now." "I will. Do you have the roster with everyone's contact info?" "It's in my car, in my briefcase."

"Okay, I'll go get it. You go into the living room, and relax, and I'll be right back." Barely able to move her legs, Mirad slowly made her way into the living room, and slowly sat on the sofa, still shaking. Brian came back in, carrying the briefcase. He sat next to Mirad, and looked through the papers, until he found the roster. "Okay," he said calmly, "I'll call these people, and tell them rehearsal's cancelled." "What are you going to say to them?" asked Mirad, trying to calm herself down. "I'll tell them you're sick, but you'll be better tomorrow." "Thank you." "Oh, and I'm gonna send for your things, so you can move in here." "You would do that for me?" Brian wrapped his arm around Mirad. "I would do anything for you. I don't want you to be scared anymore. I want you to feel safe and happy." He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket, and started making the phone calls.

Chapter 17
The next day, Mazy picked Mirad up to take her to her house for lunch, while Brian sent for Mirad's belongings. "So, you're living with him now," Mazy said in a sexy tone of voice. "Does that mean you told him?" "Told him what?" asked Mirad. "That you love him, silly." "Oh! No, I didn't get a chance." "What do you mean?" "I forgot." Mazy looked at Mirad, puzzled. "You forgot?" "Mazy, Wyatt came back yesterday." "What?! How did he find you?!" "He followed me when I left Sacramento. He's been spying on me this whole time." "Why would he do that?" "He said he was trying to keep an eye on me to make sure I didn't cause anymore trouble." "What the hell?! You don't cause any trouble! What's his problem?!" "Apparently, he's still angry with me for breaking up with him." "Well, he shouldn't be. It was his own fault. He shouldn't have pressured you like that." "He did say I would pay for it. He was right. Now, I am paying for it." "But, you didn't do anything wrong, Mirad. You did the right thing, dumping him. He has no right to be angry at you, when he's the one who screwed up." "Then, why do I feel so guilty?" "Because, you have a big heart. You care about people, even that douche, but you have nothing to feel guilty about. He's the one who did you wrong. He got exactly what he deserved. Actually, if it were me, I would've punched him in the mouth." Mirad laughed. "Wait, so that's why you moved in with Brian?" "Yes. He invited me to move in, so I'd feel safe. I'm too afraid to go anywhere by myself now." "And, that's why you wanted me to come, pick you up?" "Yes." "Mirad, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were that afraid of him. I don't blame you, though. I would be, too, if I was in your shoes, but I'm gonna look out for you, too." "Thanks, Mazy." "You're welcome, and maybe you should go to the police." "Maybe." "They might be able to stop him." "I'll try that."

"And, Brian and I will go with you." "Mazy, you don't know how much this means to me." "Hey, you're my best friend. You're always there for me when I need you. I would do anything for you." Mirad smiled sweetly. "Same here."

Chapter 18
That evening, after choir rehearsal, Mirad was cooking dinner, and Brian and Daphne were setting the table, when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," said Daphne, putting her plate down, and heading towards the door to answer it. "Can I help you?" "Yeah," said Wyatt. "I'm looking for Mirad Fitzpatrick." "Who are you?" "I'm Wyatt Cogburn." "Wait, you're Wyatt?" "So, you've heard of me?" "Oh, yeah. I've heard plenty about you," Daphne snarled, "and I don't think Mirad wants anything to do with you." "Oh, I know she doesn't, but she owes me." "For what?" "For abandoning me ten years ago." "She didn't abandon you!" Daphne snapped. "Oh, yes, she did. She told me it was over." "Well, maybe because you tried to rape her, you pervert!" "Is that what she told you?" Wyatt chuckled wickedly. "No, she promised to make love to me, and then, she didn't come through." "Liar." "I'm not a liar. I'm telling the truth." "No, you're not!" "Oh, what do you know? You're just a little girl." "I'm not a little girl, and I'm not an idiot!" "You just don't understand, do you? She abandoned me, and she'll abandon you, too, just like the last one did." "My mom didn't abandon me! She died of cancer, you jerk!" In Daphne's mind, "jerk" wasn't a strong enough word to describe Wyatt. "Yeah. She left you, and Mirad will, too. You and your father will end up all alone again." "Get out!" Daphne shouted. "You'll have no one anymore. Then, where will you go?" "Shut up!" Daphne screamed. "Hey!" Brian screamed from behind. "Who the hell do you think you are?! How dare you talk to my daughter like that!" "I'm just trying to warn her, pal," said Wyatt. "Mirad's gonna leave you someday. It's just a matter of time." Brian grabbed Wyatt's arms, and gave him a dirty look. "Well, I'm warning you, pal!" he growled. "You stay away from my family. You leave Mirad and Daphne alone. I want you as far away from my family as possible, and if you take one step in our direction, you'll regret it. Now, get your ass off my property, and don't ever come back!" He gave Wyatt one last dirty look before slamming the door in his face. Daphne suddenly burst into tears.

"Come here, Sweetie," Brian said softly, pulling her into his arms. "It's okay." Mirad entered the foyer, and her heart sunk when she saw how frightened Daphne was. She, too, burst into tears as she approached them. "Daphne, I'm so sorry," she sobbed, wrapping her arms around Daphne. "I'm so sorry, Baby."

Chapter 19
The three gathered in the living room, snuggling on the sofa together. "I'm so sorry," Mirad sniffled. "I had no idea he would hurt you like that, Daphne." "You won't leave us, right?" Daphne wept. "Absolutely not. I would never abandon you. I love both of you so much. I could never leave you." "Why does that guy have to treat you like that?" "He's got serious anger issues, Daphne," said Brian. "He blames everyone else for his mistakes, and he'll try to tear you down, just to make him feel better about himself. He's a bully." "I wish he would leave Mirad alone." "Me, too, Sweetie." "Can't we do anything to stop him?" "I'll tell you what. In the morning, we're all going to the police. See if we can solve this problem. Maybe they'll arrest him, so he'll leave us alone. Okay?" "Okay." "Dinner's almost ready," said Mirad, "and I made a special dessert for you both." After dinner, Daphne was very tired, so Mirad helped her get ready for bed. The two of them crawled under the covers, and Mirad held Daphne in her arms, gently stroking her hair. "Hey, Mirad?" said Daphne. "Hmm?" "What do you usually do for Christmas?" "Well, before I moved here, I used to celebrate it with my family. On Christmas Eve, we would all sit by the fireplace with popcorn and hot chocolate, listening to Christmas music. Then, on Christmas day, when the whole family would come over, we'd all take turns, opening presents. After that, we sat down to a lovely Christmas dinner. It was always different every year. We didn't usually have turkey. We always liked to try different things. I think my favorite was always chicken. For dessert, we had a Christmas cake that I baked and decorated with my mother. Then, we'd all gather by the tree, and sing Christmas carols. After my father died, we continued the traditions, but it was never the same." "How do you celebrate it now?" "With my best friend, Mazy, and her family." "That's nice." "Yeah, but I miss my family terribly." "Do you still get to talk to them?" "Oh, yes. I call them all the time." "How come they don't come up here to celebrate? Is it because of Wyatt?" "Yes." Mirad swallowed tears. "I was always afraid he'd follow them here."

"If the cops throw him in jail, maybe your family can come up here this year." "I'd love that." "I hate Wyatt. He's such a jerk. I know hate's a strong word, but that's how I feel." "It's okay, Daphne." "Why didn't I punch him when I had the chance?" Mirad giggled. "You were frightened, and most of the time, when you're frightened, you forget about everything you planned to say and do ahead of time." "Good thing we're telling the police." "Yeah." "I hope they can help." "I hope so, too." "How come you liked him?" "When I first started dating him, he seemed very sweet. He seemed like he genuinely cared for me, until a couple weeks into the relationship. That's when he started pressuring me." "He tricked you into thinking he cared about you?" "Yep." "At least my dad's different. He actually cares about you. You should hear the things he says about you when you're not around." Brian stood outside Daphne's bedroom, listening to the conversation between her and Mirad. Mirad blushed. "What does he say?" "He says you're an angel." "Awww, I don't think I'm an angel." "I think you are." "You do?" "Yeah. You're the nicest person in the world, too nice to be human, and you even sing like an angel. You make everything warm and bright and beautiful. Isn't that what angels do?" Mirad kissed Daphne's cheek. "That's exactly what you do to me, Daphne, both you and your father." "Do you wanna marry him someday?" "More than anything." Brian felt his heart pounding fast, and he smiled brightly. "Hey, Mirad?" said Daphne. "Yes, Baby?" "Will you do something for me?" "Sure." "Will you please sing me to sleep?" With that, Mirad opened her mouth, and a soft, sweet voice came out, filling the room with beautiful dreams as Daphne closed her eyes. Brian shivered, listening to her sing. When she finished, he quietly entered, and approached Daphne's bed. He bent over, and kissed her forehead. "Good night,

Sweetheart," he whispered. He tiptoed to the other side of the bed, and knelt by Mirad's side. "That was beautiful," he whispered, "you singing her to sleep. Sara used to sing to her when she was little." Mirad beamed at Brian. "I'm gonna sit up a while." "Okay," Mirad whispered. "Good night." "Good night, Sweetie." In the morning, Brian and Mazy kept their promise to go with Mirad to talk to the police about Wyatt.

Chapter 20
Brian and Mirad decided to leave the situation to the police, and soon, things cooled off. Mirad was no longer too afraid to leave the house. Late one night, Brian found Mirad in the living room with the Christmas tree lights on, listening to Christmas music. "Hey," he said tiredly. "What are you doing up?" "I just felt like sitting up for a little while," said Mirad. "Can I join you?" "Sure. I'll make us some hot chocolate." After Mirad finished making the hot chocolate, she poured it into two cups, and sprinkled a few marshmallows on top. Then, she and Brian sat down next to each other on the sofa. "I think things are starting to get back to normal," said Brian. "What do you mean?" asked Mirad. "Wyatt's not bothering you anymore. I guess the cops took care of him." "I guess so." "And, you're back to your normal, happy self." Mirad giggled. "You're not scared anymore." "Nope." "You're getting out of the house by yourself now." "I don't think I would've gotten through this without you and Daphne." "We're always here for you." Mirad rested her head on Brian's shoulder. He took a sip of his hot chocolate, and wrapped his arm around her neck. "Brian?" "Yeah?" "Can I tell you something?" Mirad asked sweetly. "Sure." "I love you." Brian was speechless. "I really do," Mirad sighed. "I've never felt like this about anyone before." Brian kissed Mirad's forehead. "I love you, too, Mirad," he said softly. "You do?" "I do." "Can I have you for Christmas?" Mirad flirted. Brian grinned. "Yes." "You'll be my Christmas present?" "Yes. I'll wrap myself in paper and a bow, and Daphne can put me under the tree." Mirad giggled. "I can't wait to unwrap you." Brian laughed softly, kissing Mirad passionately. "I love everything about you," Mirad said sweetly. "I love everything about you, too, Mirad. You're an angel."

Mirad grinned. "Why does everyone think I'm an angel?" "Because, you are. Maybe we should put you on top of the Christmas tree." "I might break it." Brian laughed. "Probably." "So, how come you're up?" "Couldn't sleep." "Awww, are you okay?" "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just really excited about Christmas." "Me, too." "Can't wait to see Daphne in the concert." "Only a little over a week away." "Yep." "I know she's looking forward to having you there." "What song is she singing?" "It's an Irish Christmas song called The Wexford Carol." "I don't think I've heard it." "It's lovely. Very hard to sing, especially since it'll be A Capella." "Wow. I didn't know she could sing A Capella." "The choir will be singing backup, but singing A Capella is very difficult. You have to make sure you stay on pitch, and it's usually hard to tell if you are." "Are they staying on pitch?" "Yes. We've worked on this song so much. They've mastered it now." "That's awesome." "There's a party after the show, too, if you'd like to come." "You know I wouldn't miss it for the world." "I have a lot of food and beverages to bring." "Daphne and I can help you with that." "Oh, thank you so much. Do you know how to bake cookies?" "Yep. We used to bake Christmas cookies all the time with Sara." "Good, because I could really use some help." "We'd be more than happy to help. We'll help you make the food, and we'll go shopping with you if we have to." "Thank you so much," Mirad exhaled, relieved. "I know it can be stressful." "No, it's not stressful. It's just a lot to do." "It'll be a lot more fun if the three of us do it together." "And, I always have fun doing things with you two." "Me, too." "I love spending time with you and Daphne." "I love watching you with Daphne. It makes me melt." "Daphne's so precious. I love her so much. I feel like she's my daughter." "She looks to you as a mother. She's never taken to anyone like that before." "Sometimes, I feel like this is too wonderful to be true."

Brian snickered. "Yeah, me, too. Like, I keep worrying it's just a dream. I'll wake up at anytime, and it'll all be gone." "Then, after a few moments of wondering, you realize it's really happening." "Yeah, and I feel relieved." "I'm glad it is real." "Me, too, and I don't ever want it to end." "Nor do I." "Haven't been this much in love with anyone" "Since Sara?" "Yep. God gave me a second chance to fall in love." "I'll never forget the first time you kissed me." Brian closed his eyes as he went back down Memory Lane. "Yeah. You and Daphne were singing a duet together." "And, as soon as I got up, you rushed over to me, took me in your arms, and kissed me." "What was your reaction to that?" "I was thinking, 'Is this really happening?' Then, I opened my eyes, and realized, yes, it is happening. Since that day, I've never been happier." "Me, neither." Mirad yawned. "Maybe it's time to go back to bed?" Brian suggested. "I'm comfortable here." "Me, too." Mirad and Brian closed their eyes, and fell asleep in the comfort of each other's arms.

Chapter 21
The next day, the family began preparing for the after party. Daphne and Brian were baking cookies, and getting ready to bake a cake as well. "I'm going out to get some snacks and beverages," said Mirad. "I'll be back in about an hour." "Okay," said Brian. "Oh." He grabbed a folded sheet of paper off the countertop, and held it out to Mirad. "Don't forget your shopping list." Mirad graciously took it from Brian's hands. "Oh, thank you," she chuckled. "Okay, I'll be back." Then, she rushed out the door. Just then, the oven timer went off. "Cookies are done," said Daphne. Brian carefully lifted the hot tray of cookies out of the oven, and set them on the counter, sniffing the air. "They smell so good," he said. "Wanna help me decorate them, Daph?" "Sure." Daphne carefully spread the frosting and sprinkles on top of each cookie, until they were all done. "Good job." "Thanks." "Okay, let's wrap 'em up, and put 'em away for now." "Okay." Daphne finished putting the ingredients for the cake in the bowl, and mixed it all together. Brian wrapped the tray of cookies in foil, and stored them in the refrigerator. He then helped Daphne transfer the cake batter from the bowl to an oven tray. He slid the tray into the oven. Meanwhile, Mirad had just arrived at the grocery store. She got out of her car, and headed towards the entrance. Everyone screamed and panicked when they heard a sudden, loud bang. Back at home, Daphne and Brian were making another dessert while the cake was in the oven. This time, it was an ice cream dessert, so it didn't need baking. They dumped two cartons of chocolate ice cream into the punchbowl, and sprinkled it with white, sugary powder. Then, they added red and green sprinkles. "This looks really good," said Daphne. "Yeah," agreed Brian. "What should we call it?" "Chocolate Winter Wonderland." "I like it." "Maybe we should add some Oreo crumbs." "Okay." Brian pulled a pack of Oreo cookies out of the pantry, and crushed a few over top of the ice cream. "Now, what do you think?" "It looks awesome!" "Okay, let's stick it in the freezer." Brian wrapped the punchbowl in plastic, and managed to find enough room in the freezer for it. "Okay, what else should we bring to the party?" "Maybe some regular Oreo cookies?" Daphne suggested hesitantly.

"Regular?" Brian scoffed jokingly. "Nah. I bought some special Holiday Oreos last week. Maybe we can bring those." "Holiday Oreos?" "Yeah. Instead of regular, white Oreo frosting, they use red or green." "Sounds awesome." "That's because it is awesome," Brian joked. Daphne laughed. While Brian searched for the cookies in the pantry, the phone rang. He placed the cookies on the counter, and answered the phone. "Hello? Yes, this is Brian Roseberry. What?!" he shrieked. "What's wrong?" asked a worried Daphne. "Oh, my God!" Brian panicked. "Okay. Okay, thanks." He slammed the phone down. "Daddy, what's wrong?" "It's Mirad," Brian replied, shaking. "She's been shot." Daphne's mouth dropped open, and her heart began pounding in her chest.

Chapter 22
"Shot?!" Daphne trembled. "Apparently, the cops couldn't find Wyatt," Brian replied, choking on his own tears. "He was hiding from them, and he struck when Mirad least expected it." "Did they arrest him?" "Yeah," Brian sniffled. "He tried to run away on foot, but they caught him before he could get away." "So, where's Mirad? Is she dead?" "She's in the hospital." Daphne didn't know what to say. All she could think was, this is not happening. This is not happening. This is just a bad dream. After that moment, it felt like they were back at square one. That night, Brian went to the bar, and came home drunk, barely saying a word to Daphne. The next day, he tried to distract himself with his work. When he came home, he got ready for another night at the bar. He was about to walk out the door, when Daphne stopped him. "Daddy, where are you going?" she asked. "Out for a drink," Brian replied glumly. "I'll be back later." He stepped out the door. "Stop!" Daphne called. Brian turned around, and saw the tears in Daphne's eyes. "Daddy, please don't go," Daphne sobbed. "I need you." Brian stood still for a moment. Daphne approached him, and held his hand. "Please come back in the house." Brian looked at Daphne, and saw the sadness and hurt in her eyes. "Okay," he said. "I'll stay." He stepped back into the house, and closed the door behind him. "Thank you." Brian wrapped his arms around Daphne with tears pouring out of his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Daphne," he sobbed. "I'm sorry." "I love you, Daddy. I don't wanna lose you, too." "You won't lose me." Brian and Daphne sat down to dinner together, and decided to visit Mirad in the hospital afterwards. "Excuse me," Brian said to the secretary at the front desk at the hospital. "Can I help you?" she asked. "Do you know what room Mirad Fitzpatrick is staying in?" "Hold on. I'll check for you." Brian and Daphne waited patiently as the secretary checked her computer. "How do you spell Mirad?" she asked. "M-A-I-R-E-A-D," Daphne replied.

"Okay, hold on." She typed in Mirad's name. "She's in room 216. Take the elevator, and it's to the left." "Thank you," said Brian. "No problem. Have a nice day."

Chapter 23
Daphne and Brian peaked into Mirad's room, and saw her, lying so still in her bed. They slowly sauntered in, and stood by her bed. "She looks so peaceful," Daphne said sadly. "Yeah, she does," agreed Brian. "Where is she?" "Who knows?" "Maybe she's taking a trip to heaven, just for a little while before she comes back." "Let's hope so, Sweetie." Brian patted Daphne's shoulder. "Let's hope she comes back soon." "It won't be Christmas without her." "No, it won't." "And, the choir concert might get cancelled." "Over my dead body." "Huh?" "If I have to, I'll direct it." "Are you sure you know how?" "Yeah. Well, I can try." "Thanks, Dad." "Hopefully, she'll be okay by then." Daphne stared at Mirad, and tried not to cry. "Daddy, I can't lose her, too." Brian hugged her. "It's okay, Daphne." "Daddy?" Daphne cried softly. "Yeah?" "What do you think she's thinking right now?" "She's not thinking anything," said a stern-looking doctor, entering the room. "She's brain-dead. Therefore, she can't think or speak or respond to anything." "What are you talking about?" Brian asked, slightly annoyed. "She is not coming back, sir. She's gone, and we need to harvest her organs." Brian shook his head. "No." "Then, we need to unplug her." "You're not going anywhere near her," Brian growled. "Sir, I understand your situation, but" "Like hell, you do." "Sir" "You don't understand our situation. We happen to love this woman, and we're not letting her go without a fight." "You can fight as hard as you want, but it won't change anything." "Shut up." "Sir"

"If you 'sir' me one more time, I'm gonna punch you in the mouth!" Brian shouted. "Now, get the hell out of here, and keep your hands off Mirad!" The doctor didn't move. "Get out! Now!" The doctor sighed, annoyed. "I'll give you some time to think about what you'd like to do, and I'll be back in a little while." "We don't need any time to think!" "Daddy" "Hold on, Sweetie." "So, you've already decided what you'd like to do?" asked the doctor. "Yes." "Harvest or unplug?" "Are you deaf?! I said you're not touching her!" Daphne suddenly threw up all over the floor.

Chapter 24
Daphne lay in a hospital bed of her own with her father by her side as Dr. DeBray walked in with the results. "Mr. Roseberry?" he said. "How is she?" asked a severely worried Brian. "The cancer's getting worse. We need to find her a bone marrow donor as soon as possible, or" Dr. DeBray sighed sadly. "If we don't find one soon, she won't make it to her eighteenth birthday." Brian tried desperately to stay strong, but when the doctor left, he broke down. He managed to control himself enough to kiss Daphne's cheek. "Daddy will be in Mirad's room," he said, brushing one tear after another away. Then, he left the room, and headed down the hall to Mirad's room. He sat by her bed, and held her hand. He felt her pulse when he squeezed it. "You're still alive, Mirad," he said. "You're heart's still beating, and you're still alive. Don't go. Please. I need you. Daphne needs you. She's getting sicker. The choir needs you. Your best friend, your family, everyone needs you to come back. I'm not gonna give up on you, Mirad, not just like that. Today, some idiot came in here, and tried to force me to give up on you, and I put my foot down. I told him no. No, I'm not letting you go. I'm not letting you go without a fight!" He brushed more tears from his eyes, and calmed himself down. "Mirad, when you walked into my life, I was a mess. I was a workaholic by day, and by night, a drunk bastard. I never spent any time with Daphne, let alone even talk to her. I never went to any of her concerts, never listened to her singing. I couldn't even look at her," he wept. "I was so busy focusing on what I lost that I didn't stop to see what I still had. Then, you came along, and you changed everything. You made it all better again. You made coping with losing Sara so much easier. Before, I didn't even celebrate Christmas anymore, because it was too painful. It reminded me too much of Sara, but you you made it good again. You gave me my life back. You gave me my daughter back, and now, looking back on these past ten years, I realize how stupid I've been. Sara wouldn't want me to do this to myself. I don't care what that stupid doctor says. You're not gone. You're still alive, and you're coming back. I can't go back now, not after everything we've been through together." Sudden anger built up inside of him. "I'd like to kill that son-of-a-bitch, Wyatt. This is all his fault. I hope he gets the electric chair, and I hope he burns in hell." Then, he calmed down again. "I'm sorry, Mirad. I'm on a rollercoaster right now." He stared at Mirad for a few minutes, and then, got up to look out the window. "God, please don't do this," he sniffled. "Please don't take Mirad and Daphne away from me, too. I've already lost Sara. If I lose Mirad and Daphne, I'll die. I can't live without them. God, please don't do this to me. Please!" He turned around again to look at Mirad, and broke down again, sinking his head under Mirad's blanket. "Oh, God, Mirad, please come back!" he bawled. "Please, please come back!" He held her in his arms as he cried

hysterically. He kept praying to God as he looked into her eyes. "You're still in there, Mirad. Please come back!" A nurse stood in the doorway, listening to Brian. "Sir, she's not coming back," she said. "She's brain-dead."

Chapter 25
"Get out," Brian growled. "I'm sorry, sir," said the nurse, "but it's time to face the facts. You need to accept it. She's gone. She's never coming back." "Shut up!" Brian screamed. Meanwhile, Mirad was on her wait to heaven. She tiptoed down a bright hallway, and waited at the gate. "You don't belong here," said a woman. "It's not your time yet." "Who are you?" Mirad asked in a trance. "I'm Sara." "Sara?" "You shouldn't be here, Mirad. You belong with Brian and Daphne." "I didn't choose to come here." "I know you didn't, but you can choose to go back." "How?" "Just turn around, and walk back down the hall." "As long as she's plugged in, we can harvest her organs for other patients!" the nurse snapped. "You keep your hands off her," Brian growled. "There are patients in this hospital who need organ donors, patients who are dying!" "You think I don't know that?! My daughter is one of those patients! She has cancer! If she doesn't get a bone marrow transplant, she won't even live to see her eighteenth birthday, but if you unplug Mirad, my daughter won't even live to see Christmas!" "Brian and Daphne need you," Sara said to Mirad. "They're hanging by a thread without you, and so is your choir. So is your best friend. So is your family, and all the people you've touched. So many people need you. Don't let the doctors unplug you, because you're needed. If they unplug you, it'll be too late. You need to turn back before it's too late, because if you don't, this will break so many people who love and need you." "So, if I go back," said Mirad, "I can wake up?" "Yes. You'll wake up as soon as you walk through the exit." "They said I'm brain-dead." "You are now, but you have the power to change that." "I don't know if I can do it. It hurts too much." "It won't hurt anymore. I promise. You won't feel any pain." "Will I be able to think like I used to?" "You'll be fully back to your normal self." "You're not unplugging her," Brian shouted, "and you're not harvesting her organs!" "You selfish" "Hey!" Dr. DeBray marched into the room. "Let him alone," he said to the nurse. "Sir"

"If he told you not to touch her, don't touch her." Dr. DeBray shook his finger at the nurse. "Let him alone." "Fine." The nurse stormed out of the room. "Brian and Daphne are right about you," said Sara. "You're an angel. You're their angel. Go back. Be their angel on the tree. Mirad took a deep breath. "Please tell them I love them so much, and I miss them, but I know you'll take good care of them." Mirad turned around, and headed for the exit. "Wait," said Sara. "Before you go, there's one more thing you need to know. It's very important." Brian stood by Mirad's bed, quietly, keeping an eye on her. Dr. DeBray stood on the other end of the bed, praying as hard as he could. He and Brian exchanged glances. Brian jumped when he heard Mirad groan.

Chapter 26
He bent over to listen for breathing. "Mirad?" He felt a familiar caress on his back. "Hi, Baby," Mirad whispered tiredly. Brian lost his breath. "Oh, my God!" he panted, trying to catch his breath. "This is unbelievable! Mirad, is it really you?" "It's me, Brian." Mirad smiled at him. "How did you" "I took a little trip to heaven." "Heaven?" "Mm-hmm." "What's it like there?" "Beautiful. Everything is bright and colorful and peaceful there." "Wow." "I met Sara." "Really? What did she say?" "She told me to tell you that she still loves and misses you and Daphne very much, but she knows I'll take care of you." Brian wiped a tear from his eye. "She also said it wasn't my time yet, that I needed to be here, because you and Daphne need me." "We do need you." "How's Daphne doing?" "She's really sick." "Awww, poor thing." "Her doctor said she needs a transplant really soon, or she won't live to see her eighteenth birthday." "Well, I have another message from Sara." "What is it?" "She said I'm the match for Daphne's bone marrow transplant." The doctors ran some tests to confirm that Mirad was Daphne's match. Then, they put them both to sleep before they began the procedure. When they finished, Daphne slowly opened her eyes to see Mirad standing over her bed.

Chapter 27
"Hi, Sweetheart," Mirad greeted happily. Daphne was beyond confused. "Mirad?" "Yes?" "You're really here?" "Yes, I am." "But, how?" "Your mom told me I needed to be here with you and your father." "My mom?" "Yep." "You talked to my mom?" "I did, indeed, in heaven." "What did she say?" "She wanted me to tell you that she still loves you very much, and she misses you, too." Daphne smiled. "She also told me that I'm your bone marrow donor." "You mean" "Yes." "The cancer's gone?" "Mm-hmm." Daphne's face lit up with joy and relief. "Dr. DeBray wants you to come back every six months to make sure it won't come back, but he says you're clear of cancer now." "Oh, my God!" Daphne laughed, overwhelmed with joy. "He also said that both you and I will be able to perform in the choir concert on Christmas Eve." "Thank goodness!" Mirad chuckled. "I'm so excited." "Me, too." "And, there will be one more rehearsal before the concert, the day before Christmas Eve." "Perfect." "Do you think you're ready?" "I know I'm ready," Daphne chuckled. "I know you are, too. I know the whole choir is ready. Everyone is doing such an excellent job in rehearsals. Then again, they always do, and they always blow me away at the concerts." "That's because we have fun." "That's what choir is for, to have fun with music, and you learn a lot, too." "Hey, Mirad?" "Hmm?" "What's heaven like?" "The most wonderful place in the world." "It can't be as wonderful as when you're around."

"Oh, Daphne." Mirad kissed Daphne's nose. Daphne looked around the room, and saw her father, sitting in the corner, watching her. "Daddy?" Brian stood up from his seat, and approached Daphne. "Hey, Sweetie," he said happily. "How're you feeling?" "Good. Tired, though." "Well, you just rest for now. At least you know you're okay now." "And, we'll be right here when you wake up again," added Mirad. Daphne closed her eyes, and fell asleep, while Brian and Mirad watched over her.

Chapter 28
On the afternoon of Christmas Eve, the whole town gathered at the theater for the Christmas choir concert. The choir members were dressed in their attire. The men wore tuxedoes, and the women wore long, white gowns with poofy skirts. They all looked like a choir of angels. The audience applauded as Mirad entered from stage left. "Good afternoon, everyone!" she announced. "I'm so delighted to be here with you all today. We've been looking forward to this event for a long time now. We've been working so hard to make this the best show yet." The audience applauded again. "Today is a very special day for so many reasons, number one being Christmas Eve, but there are so many other reasons why today is very special to me. Last week, I had a bit of an incident. I was shot, and pronounced braindead. Then, while I was in the hospital, something miraculous happened, and I'm back on my feet again, fully functioning. That experience taught me that life is short. You never know how long you have, so you have to live it to the fullest. It also taught me that I'm needed around here. My friends, my family, so many people whom I love need me, and I need them, too. I don't think I would've gotten through any of this without them, so thank you all so much. Another reason why today is so special is because, thanks to selling so many tickets, we've raised over $100,000 for the Make-A-Wish Foundation." The audience applauded and cheered at the top of their lungs. "So, thank you so much for buying your tickets, and for being here with us today. I'd like to kick off this concert with a beautiful Irish peace called The Wexford Carol, featuring Daphne Roseberry as the soloist. Daphne is such an inspirational young lady. She loves music just as much as I do. She's seventeen years old, and a cancer survivor, so give it up for Daphne Roseberry!" Once again, the audience cheered and applauded as Daphne took center stage, and the whole choir began to sing. Brian's face lit up when he heard his daughter singing so beautifully. When they finished, he stood up, waving at Daphne. "Wasn't she wonderful?" said Mirad. Daphne took a bow while receiving a standing ovation from the entire audience. After the show, the choir and their friends and families gathered in the cafeteria for the after party, where the food and beverages were all set up. "Daphne, you were amazing tonight!" Brian exclaimed. "Thanks, Dad," said Daphne. "Were you nervous?" "Not really." "Good." Mazy made her way through the crowd, and threw her arms around Mirad. "Ohh, you were amazing, Mirad!" she cried.

"Thank you, Mazy!" said Mirad. "Mazy, I want you to meet two very special people." She wrapped her arms around Brian and Daphne. "This is Brian, and his beautiful daughter, Daphne." "Oh, it's so nice to meet you!" Mazy exclaimed. "I've heard so many good things about you! Daphne, you have one of the two most beautiful voices I've ever heard, the other one being Mirad, of course." Daphne grinned. "Thanks." "And, Brian, thank you for making my girl so happy." "No problem," said Brian. "Well, I better get back to my husband, but it was so nice meeting you two. Bye." Mazy blew kisses as she walked away. "She's really nice," Daphne commented. "She's a sweetheart," said Mirad. "No wonder you're best friends," said Brian. "You're a lot alike." Mirad grinned. "Oh, I have a Christmas present for you." Brian reached in his pocket, and pulled out a small box, wrapped in snowman paper and a red ribbon. "Here." "Don't you want me to wait, until tomorrow to open this?" asked Mirad. "No, I want you to have it now." Mirad ripped the paper off, and opened the tiny box. Inside was a diamond ring. Brian got down on one knee. "Mirad Fitzpatrick, will you marry me?" Mirad threw herself in Brian's arms with tears of joy pouring from her eyes. "Yes!" she cried. Brian slid the ring on Mirad's finger, and kissed her passionately. "When do you want to get married?" "How about now?" "Now?" "Yeah. There's a minister here. I'm sure he'd be willing to marry us." Mirad smirked at Brian. "You planned this all along, didn't you?" she flirted. "So, what if I did?" Brian teased. "Oh, Brian, you're so wonderful." Mirad squeezed Brian tightly. "Yes, I will marry you right now." Brian signaled the minister, and the minister tapped his spoon against one of the tables. "May I have everyone's attention, please?!" he announced as Mirad and Brian gathered around him. Everyone settled down. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this Christmas Eve, in the sight of God, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Do you, Brian, take Mirad to be your lawfully wedded wife for as long as you both shall live?" Brian smiled at Mirad. "I do." "And, do you, Mirad, take Brian to be your lawfully wedded husband for as long as you both shall live?" "I do," Mirad replied, still crying tears of joy.

"Then, by the power vested in me by the state of Maine, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride." Everyone clapped as Brian threw his arms around Mirad, and kissed her. Just then, Mazy hurried over to Mirad, panting. "Mirad, I need to go to the hospital now. "What's the matter?" asked Mirad. "My water just broke!" Mazy moaned. "I'm in labor!"

Chapter 29
At the hospital, Mazy asked to have her husband, Matthew, in the delivery room, along with Mirad, Daphne, and Brian. She was in labor for seven hours before she was fully dilated. Finally, it was time to push. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh! I can't do this!" Mazy screamed. "It hurts!" "Yes, you can, Honey," said Matthew. "You're doing great." Mazy continued pushing and screaming, even though the pain was almost too much to bear. "Why can't I have a bigger vagina hole?!" "Oh, I see the head!" said the doctor. "One more push, and you're done." "I can't do it anymore!" Mazy screamed. "Yes, you can, Sweetheart," said Matthew. "You can squeeze my arm if you have to," said Mirad. Mazy pushed and screamed one last time, squeezing Mirad's arm, and her baby was finally born. "What is it?" Mazy panted. "It's a boy," said Mirad. The nurse took the baby to have him cleaned, and brought him back, wrapped in a soft, white blanket. "He's so beautiful!" Mazy cried. "He looks like his daddy." "He's got your eyes, though," said Matthew. "I can't believe we actually did it." "I know." "This is the best Christmas ever." "Have you picked a name?" asked Brian. "I think I wanna name him Matthew Jr.," said Mazy, "after his dad." "Oh, Honey." Matthew kissed Mazy. "And, Mirad, I want you and Brian to be the God parents." "We are more than honored, Mazy," said Brian. "Can I hold him?" asked Mirad. "Sure." Mazy gently placed Baby Matthew in Mirad's arms. Mirad sat next to Mazy's bed, and sang the baby a sweet lullaby, lighting up the entire room like a Christmas tree. Brian looked into Mirad's eyes. "Do you want a baby?" he asked. "I'd love one," Mirad replied blissfully, kissing Brian.

Chapter 30
On Christmas morning, Daphne, Mirad, and Brian gathered at the table for the traditional Christmas breakfast of sausage gravy and biscuits, as well as a few leftover Christmas cookies from the after party. Before they began eating, Brian said Grace. "Dear Lord, we thank you for the many blessings you've given us, including a beautiful wife and an amazing daughter. Thank you for letting them both survive the deadliest of events. Thank you for this wonderful meal, which we are about to receive, and bless those less fortunate than us. Amen." "Amen," said Mirad and Daphne. "Now, let's eat." After breakfast, the family gathered around the Christmas tree to open presents. "This is for you," said Mirad, handing Brian a small gift bag. Brian removed the tissue paper, and clutched a CD between his thumb and index finger. "It's a CD of the choir concert." "Thanks, Mirad." Brian beamed, and kissed Mirad's cheek, handing her a gift. "This is for you. I know I gave you a Christmas present last night, but I still wanted you to have one on Christmas day." "Ohhh," Mirad cooed as she opened the gift. Tears filled up in her eyes when she saw a framed picture of her and Brian kissing at their wedding. "This is so beautiful!" she cried. "Thank you so much!" "You're welcome." Brian handed Daphne a small box. "Here you go, Daph." Daphne tore the paper off the box, and opened it. "This is the necklace you gave Mom!" she cried. "Yep." "Thank you, Daddy!" "I know she would want you to have it." "Here," said Mirad. "I'll help you get it on." Daphne lifted her hair up while Mirad fastened the necklace around her neck. "There you go," said Mirad. "Oh, that looks so beautiful on you!" "Thanks." "Now, here's my gift to you, Sweetheart." Mirad placed an envelope in Daphne's lap. Daphne opened the envelope, and read the letter inside. "I adopted you." Daphne burst into tears, and threw her arms around Mirad. "Thank you so much!" "Awwww, you're so welcome." "I love you guys so much!" "We love you, too, Sweetie," said Brian.

"Oh, I have a present for you guys, too," said Daphne, "but you have to come upstairs for it." Brian and Mirad followed Daphne up the stairs, and into her room. She sat at her keyboard. "I wrote this song for you guys," she said as she began to play and sing. Close to the end of the song, Mirad started singing along while holding Brian's hand. Later, the house was packed with Brian's family, Sara's family, Mirad's family, and even Mazy's family. Nobody really cared how crowded it was, however. They were all just happy to be together for Christmas. They sat anywhere they could to eat Christmas dinner, and later, they exchanged gifts, and sang karaoke. It was a Christmas Brian and Daphne would never forget, thanks to a certain angel who walked into their lives, and made everything wonderful again. From then on, Christmas was a happy time for the Roseberries. Mirad truly was their Christmas angel, and not only that, but their angel the whole year round. A few months later, Mirad became pregnant. Daphne got her G.E.D., and the very next winter, Mirad gave birth to a beautiful little girl on Christmas morning. She and Brian decided to honor Sara's memory by naming the baby after her. Things couldn't get any better for the Roseberries, because not too long ago, God sent them an angel.