At age seven. I wanted a lil brother very badly and my mom was pregnant.
So I was pretty happy, a while( maybe six or seven weeks) her doctor ignored my mother's water breaking. I knew it had all gone wrong and when my mother went into labor I was sad....knowing that something bad was going to happen, so after a long time of hearing my mom scream(I almost went deaf she was so loud lol) I went in to see my brother.....dead in her arms and she let me hold him, to kiss my brother goodbye..... I don't know how I felt so calm, but I went for a walk and stopped in the hallway as I noticed an older woman staring at me smiling with what appeared to be my lil brother in her arms. In my head I heard a voice saying "don't worry he will be safe little one" I blinked and she was gone, in the flash of a second gone to the hurricane of life I saw the rarest and most beautiful thing in all of creation. Flawless complextion of an angel manifesting in the flesh to give a little kid hope.
If I could see her again I would say thank you. Thank you for keeping my hopes up, made God irrefutable to my eyes