Darry POV
When I walked into the kitchen the next morning, Angel was sitting on the edge of the counter, swinging her legs. She quietly played with her dolls, like she did most mornings.
"Good mornin', Angel. Feelin' better?" I asked, picking her up and swinging her.
She giggled. "Yes, a lot!"
"Do you want to go to school today, or stay home?"
"School!" she shouted, pumping her fits in the air.
"Ok, well, you gotta get ready then," I smiled, setting her down on the floor and watching her run into her room.
She came running out only moments later, wearing her favorite dress. I helped her slip her Mary Janes on before I set her plate on the table.
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Angel
FanfictionThe Curtis brothers have a six-year-old sister named Angel-and that's exactly what she is.
