Your True Tales
January 2006 – Page 9

Angel Playmate
by Melanie

I didn't believe in angels until this happened to my daughter and 12 years ago. You see, up until three years old, my daughter loved to sleep in her cot (sorry, I'm Australian, I think its crib in America) because she loved to play with all the things on the bench next to her cot. A bed would have been too low to the ground and she wouldn't have been able to reach them.

One night she was making a lot of noise and laughing about an hour after I had put her to bed. This was very unusual considering she was such a good sleeper. She would usually be asleep in five minutes. So I went into her room to see what was so funny. I said, "Honey, why aren't you asleep?" She looked at me and said, "I'm playing a game with the man."

I said, "What man?" She said, "The man standing behind you." I stood there for a minute frozen, hoping that when I turned around someone would be there. I turned slowly and no one was there. I said to my daughter, "There's no one there." She said, "Yes there is, mummy. The man with the big fluffy wings. He says to tell you not to worry, he's my angel."

At that point I didn't know whether I was scared or overjoyed! I kissed my daughter good night and as I walked out the door, I said, "Don't stay up too late, you two." My daughter still talks to her angel sometimes. I have never completely seen him, but I have seen his winged shadow around her once.

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