*Knock-Knock!* Angel answers the door. “ Oh hey Cara… Thanks for coming.” She stuttered a little bit. “ Right this way.” I was led into a large room with a dome ceiling. There were couches and seats everywhere. The furniture was all red and the walls were white. A glass table with a red vase full of roses stood in the middle. I noticed a marble fireplace at the end of the wall. On the left and right of the room against the wall were two grand staircases that traveled away from you. Angel beckoned me up the right staircase and led me to a small room. The young woman knocked on the door. “Come in!” The voice was soft, yet scratchy. “Hello, Mother. Ms. Cara Adams has come to take care of you.” Angel’s voice was slightly squeaky, and she squirmed a bit when she asked Cara to sit down. “Hello, Mrs. Swenson!” I put on my best cheery voice. When Mrs. Swenson finally sat up, she had a beautiful grin on her face. Mrs. Swenson was pale, like me, with grey hair, and blue eyes. “Hello, Cara! I have heard a lot about you from Angel!” Angel blushed a little and stared at the floor even harder than before. “ I am dying, but I hope to get better. What will happen to my museum if I die? Angel is in college, and can’t take it. She is having a hard time even working there part time! If she had to own it, she would have to start paying for it, which would mean she would be in a great amount of debt!” Angel finally looked up, but with a pained look. You could tell she didn’t want her mother to die. How could someone so young and free, live without a mother? I got up and asked Angel what I could do. She told me to get the water basin and wipe Mrs. Swenson’s forehead, for she had a bit of a fever. “Thank you very much, Cara. I don’t know what I would do without you!” Angel whispered in my ear. I nodded my head. Soon this will all be over! I said it over and over again in my head. But what if she doesn't get better? Think about the positives, Cara! Think, Cara, think!

I was picked up about two hours later. My mood hadn’t improved. All I could think about was Mrs. Swenson. Poor old woman. Worrying about her daughter and her musuem. Actually, she didn’t seemed worried one bit about her own personal health. Mrs. Swenson was a very brave women. I really hope she will get better! When we finally reached our house, Cal was outside waiting for us. “So, how did it go?” His face was half sad, and half happy. I could tell he was trying very hard to be optimistic. Well, here goes! “She’s doing fine. Her fever isn’t as bad as I thought, and she is able to sit up.” Cal’s face lost all of it’s optimistic glow. “So… Mrs. Swenson isn’t cured?” This time Mom answered Cal. “Darling, Mrs. Swenson needs a lot of healing. I know Angel has been trying to help her for a while, but she still isn’t getting better. I’m afraid Mrs. Swenson is on the verge of death.”

Me and Cal went up to our rooms. Mr. Swenson was gone, the Swenson Museum was soon to be gone, and Mrs. Swenson was also to soon be gone. All that was left was Angel. She was truly an angel. The girl had crystal blue eyes, with golden hair that sparkled in the sunlight. She had very fair skin. Even lighter than her Mother’s. Her heart seemed to be made of pure gold. Ah, but bad things can happen to everyone. Including angels. Rain started pouring down again. I decided to write in my diary.
Saturday,September 20th, 2016
Dear Diary,
The rain , once again, heavily pours down my window sill. Yesterday seems to have repeated itself. Two days of misery in a row. What will happen next? I keep telling myself that Mrs. Swenson will get better, but it is just no use! What will happen to the Swenson Museum? Will it be destroyed? Could someone turn it into a shopping mall? There are so many possibilities! Maybe it will stay a museum! Oh, but grief is covering all the hope.