She carefully picked up the photograph from my bedside table. Clutching the silver frame with both of her small hands, Emily asked, "Who is this, Mommy"
"You know who that is, sweetie," I responded. "Why don't you tell me?"
"It's Abbey," she said with a soft smile. "But she's a baby."
"I know she's a baby, honey. She's in Heaven."
"Can she fly?"
"Well, she's an angel. Yes, she can fly."
"Can she fly here?" Emily asked in a serious voice.
"I'm sure she can. She's probably here right now watching over us."
Emily looked around the room with wide eyes. "But I can't see her."
"She's an angel, honey," I said softly. "She watches over you. She's an angel."