Molly woke to the loud blaring noise of the alarm clock. She tried to shut the alarm off but instead the clock crashed to the floor, leaving it to continue to its ringing. The teenager hastily jumped into the shower, letting the cool water wake her senses. She stood there under the fountain of water, thinking of this very day. Thirteen years ago, her mother and twin sister were killed in a freak accident. The car her mother had been driving, lost control and hit the concrete medium on the shoulder of the road. Molly shuddered as she remembered the screams. Her mother had unstrapped Molly from the car seat and moved her to the grassy knoll. Molly's mother ran back to the minivan to rescue her twin sister, Holly. Molly remembered the blood that covered her mother's face and the screams of her little sister. Her mother managed to rescue her sister. As the injured woman brought out the preschooler from the accident, she was hit again. This time, there was no movement from her mother or her little sister. Molly could only watched as the horror unfolded before her. Molly shuddered as she remembered the accident. Tears formed in her eyes and as they trickled down her face, mixing in with the shower water. The teenager jumped out of the water and raced to get dressed. She carelessly placed her wet hair into a ponytail and walked down the creaky stairs of her home.

"Molly, I cannot make it to the cemetery today. There is an all day meeting and I cannot break away from it. Can you pick up the flowers from the florist by yourself?" Her father poured his daughter a cup of coffee.

Molly sat down at the old table. "Yes, I can go. I am skipping school today."

Her father gave her a displeasing look. "Got all your school work caught up? How many days have you missed?"

"Oh Dad. You know I am a good student," laughed Molly.

Her father strolled over to his daughter and planted a kiss on his daughter. Her blonde hair and green eyes reminded him so much of his lovely wife. "Ok. Just this once." He glanced at the sunflower clock on the kitchen wall. "I've got to get going. The meeting starts at 8 am sharp," he said as he gulped down the rest of his coffee.

Molly watched as her father walked out of the back door. She finished up her coffee and placed her cup in the sink. The pictures of her little sister and mother hung on the livingroom walls. She slowly crept to their picture and lovingly touched it. It was as if the picture spoke. The young woman fixed the lopsided pictures. She looked at the grandfather clock as it struck on the hour. She grabbed her sweater and the car keys. It was time to go.

Molly drove past the scene of the accident. Only grass and wild flowers took the place of the concrete medium. A horrid reminder only covered by the daffodils and the daisies. She closed her eyes tightly as she did every time she went past the accident.

The pink neon sign stood out like a sore thumb as Molly pulled into the parking lot. She sighed as she shut the engine off. It seemed like hours as she just sat there in silence. The owner of the flower shop waved to Molly. The young woman smiled back.

"Good Morning Molly. Your red roses and pink roses are ready," smiled the graying woman.

Molly reached into her purse and handed the lady the money. "Can I get a small wreath of baby's breath?"

"Yes. I started making a wreath for a wedding but I can always make a new one." The woman placed the wreath with Molly's order.

"Thank you Mrs. Jenkins," said Molly as she handed the woman the money. She took her tiny bundle and walked out the shop. The door bell made an unusual loud noise as the door closed.

Molly knew the way to the cemetery well. She often visited her mother and sister but today was special for some reason. She drove where her mother and sister were peacefully resting. The baby angel monument stood quietly beckoned to Molly. She knelt down on her knees and blindly wiped away the tears. She touched the names of her mother and sister.

From the corner of the tree, tiny like diamonds began to form. Molly didn't see them. "Mommy, why is she crying?" the tiny voice said.

"She is crying because she is sad," the woman's voice whispered.

The child's voice spoke again. "Who is that?"

"She is your sister, my little angel."

"My sister?" asked the child. "I don't understand."

"It is a long story my love," sighed the woman spirit.

"Can I give her a hug? She looks so sad," the tiny spirit said.

"Yes, but you must be careful. The land of the living mustn't know we exist."

The young woman took the baby's breath wreath and lovingly placed it onto the angel's head. "A halo just for you Holly. I love you Mom. I miss both of you terribly."

The tiny child spirit moved to where Molly sat. The tiny child moved around Molly. The breeze stood still as the tiny child embraced Molly's back.

Molly jumped. She looked around her. "Stop Molly. You are going to give yourself gray hair," whispered Molly. She placed the roses onto the headstones. Molly stood back up and looked around her. She felt the embrace. It was not in her mind. Molly slowly walked back to the car. As she turned around to see the flowers, a child's tiny laughter rang through her ears. Molly wiped away the tears again and smiled.

"Mommy, do you think she felt my hug?" questioned the little girl.

"Yes, Holly. See her smiling?" answered the ghostly woman.

"I love you Sissy!" said the tiny child.

"I love you too," whispered Molly.

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