Christopher: I never meet my mom.
: Oh ehm well you see.... ohm..... how about an ice cream? Christopher: Sure, it well help feel a little batter about mysilf
: Okay then. Christopher: I know my mom is angel now, she is all ways watching me. *Looks up at the sky and smile then puts his head down* like you did when I was a little boy, to keep me safe from the badly.
: Of course son.Christopher: *Smiled*