A few nights you had come home to your husband Cyrus helping your 6 year old daughter Celeste make cardboard angel wings. Ever since then she's been wearing them non-stop, running around the house with them and playing pretend. It was the cutest thing to watch. Though a couple of times you had to get onto the little girl because she was being a little too reckless running around.

Your husband Cyrus was currently in the shower and you were quietly sitting on the couch, watching the evening news though truthfully you were only half paying attention. Everything was calm until...CRASH. You immediately perked up and got off the couch to go see what the sound was. Load and behold you look in the hallway and there was Celeste and a broken vase. The little girl stood there with a pout and tears in her eyes as she watched you clean it up.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to." She whimpered out.