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As soon as she walked in, she felt the tension. Mum turned to her and asked her to go play in her room, which she did. Mum and dad must have had a fight again. It had been like that for a while now, and she just didn't get it. After all, her parents had always talked about angels with deference, as they were messengers of the Lord and our guides. They should have both been thrilled by the news. Yet, mum seemed upset that dad talked to them. She found that great, because she knew God rewarded his true believers, and dad really was devout, and he was so happy he had been chosen! But mom wasn't, and when she asked why, she would just look sad and kiss her on her forehead, saying that she would understand when she grows up but she didn't have to worry. And dad was really glad, and he said all smiles that everything was okay, more than okay, and that it was the most important thing to ever happen to him, to them.
And years later, she couldn't help to think to herself that he didn't know how right he was, only, not in the way he would have believed. Far from it.