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“Thanks.” I accept the paper and feel a surge of excitement mixed with a touch of apprehension. Unrolling the scroll, I take a deep breath and read:

Hmph, I scrunch my nose as I look at Arthur, my fellow angel in training. “The spirit of giving. At least I might not have to use the words ‘sunny and bright’ for a week or two.” Ruben grins and I read the letter once more, not sure what I expected.

This sounds like a real challenge—exactly what I’ve been craving. But as I think about the task ahead, I realize how unprepared I feel. How am I supposed to guide someone back to the spirit of giving when I’m still grappling with my own sense of purpose?

“Remember,” Henry says, as if reading my thoughts, “this assignment isn’t just about helping Chloe. It’s also an opportunity for your own growth. To truly guide someone towards the light, we must first find it within ourselves.”

I nod, trying to project confidence even as doubts swirl in my mind. Can I really do this? Am I capable of earning my wings?

As the class disperses, buzzing with excitement about their assignments, Henry waits at the door, congratulating and encouraging his students. I approach the door as Henry places a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I feel a warm surge of comfort and strength flow through me.

“Rebecca,” he says softly, “I know you’ve been struggling with your role here. But I want you to know that I see great potential in you. This assignment... it’s not just about Chloe. It’s about you, too. About helping you understand the true meaning of service, of using your gifts to bring light to others.”

I look up at him, surprised by the depth of emotion in his eyes. “But Henry,” I protest weakly, “You know who I am…or who I was, right? Service was never my thing. I’m not sure I can guide someone else?”

Henry’s smile is gentle but firm. “Sometimes, my dear, the best way to learn is by teaching. Trust in the process. Trust in yourself. And most importantly, trust in the divine plan that has brought you to this moment.”

As Henry’s words sink in, I feel a subtle shift within me. The frustration and restlessness that have been my constant companions take a step back, giving me enough space to move in a different direction.

I stand, smoothing down my robe once more. “Thank you, Henry,” I say, my voice stronger now. “I... I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all anyone can ask,” Henry replies with a warm smile. “Now, off you go. Your journey begins now.”

As I leave the classroom and step into the hallway, I catch a glimpse of myself in the shimmering wall. My long, golden hair seems to glow with an inner light, and my eyes—usually a clear blue—have taken on a soft, violet hue that reminds me of the twilight sky. I straighten my shoulders, trying to project the confidence I don’t quite feel yet.

I may not have wings, I may not be able to fly or wield heavenly weapons, but I am a guardian angel in training. I have a mission to complete and I don’t like to fail.

With a deep breath, I make my way through the celestial halls, preparing for my descent to Earth. I can’t help but wonder what awaits me. Will I be able to help Chloe rediscover the spirit of giving and, therefore, Christmas? And in doing so, will I finally understand my place in this divine plan?

I hope so.

I’d like to feel like I belonged here. Ever since I got here—going on 5 years now—I’ve wondered why my earthly life was cut short, why I didn’t get to live out my dreams, and for what? To be a weather forecaster, where nothing is required of me, but to repeat one sentence over and over again?

And now I’ve got my chance. To show Henry and everyone else on the council that I deserve my wings, that I’m deserving of the honor.

I straighten my back and smooth my hair, tucking the scroll inside the pocket of my robe. I’m ready.

With one last look at the shimmering, star-filled skies of heaven, I close my eyes and prepare for my journey. Whatever happens, I know this experience will change me forever. And as I feel the pull towards Earth beginning to envelop me, I whisper a quiet prayer, because even I know I can’t do this without the help.

“Guide me, give me strength, and help me be the angel Chloe needs.”

I close my eyes and journey from the heavenly realm, ready to begin my mission on Earth. The adventure has only just begun.

One

CHLOE

The sharp staccato of my heels echoes through the sleek hallways of Anderson Tech as I stride towards my office. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifts from the break room, mingling with the clean smell of new electronics. It’s a familiar aroma, one that usually energizes me, but today it does little to lift my mood.

I push open the glass door to my office, the cool surface smooth beneath my palm. The expansive room greets me with its minimalist décor—all chrome, glass, and stark white surfaces. It’s a testament to my success, a far cry from the cramped, dingy apartment of my childhood. Yet today, it feels hollow somehow.

Settling into my ergonomic chair, I boot up my computer and pull up the latest metrics for our newest app. The numbers are impressive—downloads skyrocketing, user engagement off the charts. I should feel elated, triumphant even. Instead, I feel... nothing.

A gentle knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. “Come in,” I call out, not bothering to look up from my screen.

“Ms. Anderson?” My assistant, Sally, pokes her head in. “The board is waiting for you in the conference room.”

I nod curtly, rising from my chair. “Thank you, Sally. I’ll be right there.”

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