It was a cold afternoon in winter．My oldest son，Stephen，was at school，and Reed，my husband，at work．My （14）___ little ones were sitting around the kitchen table．Tom was perfecting a paper plane，while Sam was （15）___ on an oil painting．

But Laura，our only daughter，sat quietly and was （16）___ in her project．Every once in a while she would ask how to （17）___ the name of someone in our family，then carefully form the letters one by one．Next，she would add flowers with small items．She finished off each with a sun in the upper right hand corner．Holding them at eye level，she let out a long sigh （叹息） of （18）___．

"What are you doing，Honey？"I asked．She looked quickly at her brother before looking back at me．"It's a （19）___．"she said，covering up her work with her hands．

Next，she put her work into a box．When she had finished，she disappeared up the stairs．

It wasn't until later that evening that I （20）___ a"mailbox"taped onto the doors to each of our bedrooms．There were little notes saying that she loved all of us．She hadn't （21）___ Sam or baby Paul．They are pages of colored scenes including flowers with happy faces．"He can't read yet，"she whispered （低声说），"（22）___ he can look at the pictures．"Each time I received one of my little girl's gifts，it （23）___ my heart．I was touched at how carefully she paid attention to what wrong happened to us．When Stephen lost a baseball game，there was a letter telling him she thought he was the best ballplayer in the whole world．After I had a （24）___ day，there was a message thanking me for my efforts．

This same little girl is grown now，driving off every day to the state college，but some things about her have （25）___ changed．Yesterday I found a love note next to my bedside．"Thanks for always being there for me，Mom，"it read，"I'm glad that we're the best friends．"

There are angels among us．I know I live with one．