"I love you, Little Angel," I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

And in that moment, I knew that everything would be okay. I knew that as long as I had her watching over me, I could face anything.

At first, I didn't believe in her. I thought she was just a figment of my imagination, a desperate attempt to find comfort in a world that seemed determined to hurt me. But as the days went by, I started to notice little things. A gentle nudge when I was feeling down, a soft whisper in my ear when I was lost.