On the bed in front of her there were a woman and her child.

A wife and a son looking for each other’s warmth now that the most important man of their lives was gone.

On the bed in front of her, in the form of that small sleeping kid, was her new task.

If someone's really out there, please, guide my son. Make him grow up as a good person.

Funny how things had turned out for her. She had never thought of being someone’s Guardian Angel, but now she had to.

It was what Last Wish Angels did, after all: make dying people’s last wish come true.

That person just has to pray with all their heart in those few moments before an Angel of Death would collect their souls.

A shout, a whisper, a thought.

Every one of these it’s enough, because angels are always listening to human prayers.