I have a sticky note in my room of something I wrote quite a while ago. It says, "I've got an angel by my side." I was reminded of this saying tonight as I tucked my little sister into bed. She was crying for Mom, who wasn't home at the time, so I proceeded to sing hymns to her to stop her tears. As I was singing, an overwhelming feeling came over me. I had a flashback, or deja vu if you will, to when I used to tuck in my little brother. Back then he would call to me down the hall, dismissing my mom of her usual tuck-in process, and invite me into his room. I would then come in, sit on the edge of his bed, hold his hand, and sing to him. Truth be told, sometimes I found it a hassle. I didn't always tuck in my brother full-heartedly as I should have. However, as I was singing to my sister tonight, I found myself wanting it to be my brother more than anything. I continued to struggle through the songs, tears of my own streaming down my face. For a moment,...