At the Hope Valley Youth Home in Manhattan, 14-year-old Tiana Reed stared deep into the eyes of her parents, through an old photograph that she had framed when they died the previous year. The young girl shed a tear as she held the picture tightly and remembered all the wonderful times she had shared with her mom and dad. Visits to the zoo when she was just a little girl, Christmases spent together, cozy by the fire, and going out to a nice restaurant for lunch after church every Sunday. She had loved her parents more than anything in the world and was devastated when they were killed by a drunk driver a year ago. She could still remember the day the social worker came to her school to break the news. It still felt like yesterday. She could still feel the social worker's arms around her. She could still hear the laughter of students outside of the office as she faced the worst news in the world. It was such a shock. Her parents were dead. Gone. Tiana was left orphaned with her 16-year-old brother Trevor by her side. Unfortunately, the siblings had no other living relatives, so they were taken by the state and placed in the care of the Hope Valley Youth Home. It had been a full year since, and Tiana could still remember her mother's voice and her father's smile. Trevor, however, was a different story.

As Tiana continued to stare into the photograph, four angels watched from the dormitory doorway, unseen by anyone. Tiana didn't see them there as they observed from afar. Then, without knocking, Trevor Reed burst through the dormitory door, rushing past the angels, and stopped at the foot of Tiana's bed, where the young girl stared up, clutching the picture frame, looking at her big brother with frightened blue eyes.

"Tiana, it's breakfast. What are you...what's that?" Trevor asked as he began to get angry. His expression totally changed. His whole face distorted into an angry look, wide eyes staring hard at his little sister. Tiana swallowed hard, sensing the anger in her brother's voice.

"Nothing. It's not mine." Tiana stuttered as she held the frame close. She didn't want him to see it, but Trevor thrust his hand downward and grabbed the picture frame, pulling it roughly away from his sister. Tiana shifted her eyes, to avoid seeing how Trevor would react. She knew how angry he would be, and she hated watching his anger come out.

Trevor narrowed his eyes at the picture and as he scrunched up his face, he hurled the frame at the wall, causing it to shatter into hundreds of pieces on the floor! Tiana screamed out as Trevor turned back to face his sister, who leaned back nervously.

"Why are you doing this? How many times do I have to tell you? Forget them! They're gone Tiana! Accept it! Forget them! They've forgotten us! Grow up Tia! Let it go. It's been a year. A year! So stop it!" Trevor was screaming at the top of his lungs, using every breath he had in him. Tiana was crying as she listened to her brother's cold and hurtful words. She couldn't find the words to respond. She didn't know what to say, but as Trevor was yelling, Ms. Ovending, the headmistress, heard him screaming and let herself into the girls' dormitory.

"Trevor Reed! Why am I not surprised?" Ms. Ovending said strictly as she approached the two siblings, obviously frustrated and annoyed. She saw the broken glass on the floor and as she stared into Trevor's angry eyes, she knew right away that he was the culprit.

"Trevor, let's take a trip down to the office. I think we need to have yet another chat." Ms. Ovending announced, her hands on her hips.

"I'm not in the mood!" Trevor yelled out, as he stared t the ceiling.

"Now!" Ms. Ovending pointed to the door, unafraid of Trevor's anger. Trevor stared coldly at the headmistress as she remained serious. Trevor shook his head and looked down at Tiana, who was still crying.

"Stop crying! We'll talk more later!" With that, Trevor stormed out of the girls' dormitory, followed by Ms. Ovending.

The angels, who were still watching, watched as Ms. Ovending and Trevor left the dormitory.

"My, that's an awful lot of anger that young boy has inside." The angel, Monica said to the other three angels, Tess, Andrew and Tonya.

Monica was a case worker angel, who was always given assignments by God to fulfill on earth. She was nearly middle age, but was beautiful, not looking a day over 30, had she been human. With long flowing auburn hair and fair skin, she truly was a beautiful creature created by God.

Tonya was the youngest angel and the smallest. She was also a case worker, given assignments for earth. Had she been human, she would have been in her mid-teens. Medium length chocolate brown hair surrounded her fair skin. She loved being an angel, and being able to serve God in a special way.

Tess was an older angel with dark skin and a wonderful singing voice. She was Monica's and Tonya's supervisor, always making sure they stuck to their assignments and not make a mess of things, as angels sometimes do.

Andrew was the Angel of Death, with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Mostly, he was brought into earthly assignments to bring humans Home after their deaths, but sometimes, he was there for extra help. He didn't always know when God would take another person to Heaven, so Andrew just had to wait for God to tell him.

The four angels watched as Tiana bent down next to the broken glass, crying.

"Trevor certainly does have a lot of anger inside, and it is affecting everyone. Especially his little sister." Tess explained softly as Tiana carefully placed the broken glass in the wastebasket. She took the photo that was no longer protected by the frame and gently placed the picture under her pillow.

"She looks like she really misses her mom and dad." Tonya noticed, as her young heart broke for this girl.

"She does, angel baby, but she keeps their memory close to her heart. Trevor, on the other hand, has chosen to forget his parents, and now he's trying to make his sister do the same." Tess replied.

"Children should never forget their parents after they die. Especially when they were as wonderful as these children's parents were." Monica pointed out.

"Well, that's why we're here Miss Wings. We've got to get these kids to remember their mom and dad. You will be in charge of Trevor, Monica. You have got to get that little boy to let that anger go." Tess explained seriously. Monica puckered her brow.

"It doesn't look like it will be an easy task, Tess." Monica said with her Irish accent.

"Who said being an angel was easy work?" Andrew asked. Monica shrugged with a small smile.

"What about me?" Tonya asked as she turned to look at Tess, eager to get started. Tess smiled.

"Oh baby, you have got to befriend that little Tiana and help her. She is starting to believe her brother is right. Well angel baby, you can't let that happen." She replied as she smiled down at the eager angel.

"So, how do I befriend her? Are you going to make me a volunteer at the Home here?" Tonya asked, wondering what her human form would be for this assignment. Tess raised her eyebrows.

"A volunteer? No baby. These kids don't like to befriend volunteers. Volunteers can't understand the hurt they've encountered." She explained. Tonya puckered her brow, confused.

"Well then, how do I fit in?" She asked, worried.

"You, my dear, are the newest orphan here at Hope Valley." Tess laughed as Tonya's eyes widened, and she turned to face the girls' dormitory. She swallowed hard, as Tess placed her hands on the little angel's shoulders.

"An orphan?" Tonya knew at that moment that this was not going to be an easy assignment.