Tommy is an angel high up in the sky, in heaven. Angel Tommy is with Mama Mary.
Not with Mommy?
Not yet. He’s with Mama Mary.
How about Jesus?
Yes. He’s with Jesus too.
Satisfied, Little Libra raised her sippy cup filled with buko juice to her mouth, fixed her gaze at the Christmas tree and polished off her juice in small, reflective doses.
I always knew she had an old soul.