Gracie snickers:
By Gracie… because that’s me.
Pawpaw says he called me Gracie because I’m all stuffed full of grace.

Rosie:
And I’s stuffed full of rosies!

Gracie:
Once upon a timing, there were three little girl angels because. And they were always since then.
And they wanted to go do things that were really nice.

Luna:
Really, really nice.

Rosie:
I like flowers.

Luna:
Rosie, sh! She’s telling story.

Rosie:
'specially roses!

Luna:
Rosie, sh!

Rosie:
’kay.

Aunt Bee winking:
Pawpaw’s takin’ Luna and Rosie outside to hunt for that rare “purple” dandelion now. So Gracie, you can go on with your story, hun.

Gracie:
’kay. So one day…

Gracie sniffed:
So… um… there was this little girl angel.

Gracie:
And she tried to be brave.
And she tried to be smiley.
But sometimes she just feels too small.

Aunt Bee:
We all feel that way sometimes. You just go on with your story, it’s okay, dear.

Gracie:
So one day she came to visit Pawpaw— I mean her pawpaw— because they visits him. Her and her sisters.

And next door was this big family. And they all went outside to play. But there was this other little girl.

Gracie:
And they were all playing, but not her, because she was sitting all by herself. And her seating had wheels on it, but they didn’t move because she was there all by herself.

And no one was watching for her. But the, the angel, she did.

Aunt Bee:
The little angel watched over her, the little, next-door girl?

Gracie:
Yep, uh huh. So the little angel, she was really quiet… and she watched all the other children playing.

But the girl, she didn’t move. Not at all really. And the other children did not play with her.

Gracie:
So the girl from heaven felt sorry for her, the little angel.

So she went over ever so quietly and gave her a hugs.

Gracie:
So when the angel visit her pawpaw, she made so sure to go next door, to give a hug to the little girl because she needed them.

Because all she could do was sit in that chair.

She was just… quiet.
And she wasn’t laughing.
She wasn’t watching.
She wasn’t talking.

Gracie:
And so the angel sometimes forgot that nobody can see or hear her.

So she would talk to the girl.
And then one time, she smiled.

Gracie:
And then one time, there was a kitten there.

A really cute and fluffy one.

And I tried to pet it, and the kitten looked right at me!
’Cause animals can see angels, you know.

Aunt Bee:
You mean you or the little angel girl?.

Gracie:
Okay, it was me! I was the little angel girl.
So I picked it up and petted it.

And the girl looked up like she could see me too! So I tried to help her pet the kitten, but she couldn’t move her hand. So I helped her.

I put her hand on the kittycat real gentle.

And she smiled.
Just a little one.
But it was a for‑real smile.

So sometimes when I visit Pawpaw, I saw her too.
Just quiet.
Just to help her smile again.

Gracie:
And her name was Angel.

And then one day she fell asleep.
And she came to visit me in heaven!
And now she’s a real angel for real.

And we are the bestest of friends forever!

The ending — ’cept it’s not, because she right there in heaven, you know, with Jesus and every angels!

Gracie:
And she can move and talk now, and flies and giggles and hugs and everything!

She’s not quiet anymore. That’s for sure!

And bestest of all, there are no chairs with wheels to be stuck in.

Instead she just whooshes anywhere she wants.

Gracie whispered:
And she whooshes to Jesus a lot to see His smiles. So do I.

Aunt Bee:
Oh what a lovely story Gracie.

Gracie:
Uh huh. And it’s for reals too. ‘Specially, Angel’s smiles.

Luna and Rosie burst in, breathless:
We founds it!

We founds it!

Gracie:
The purple dandelion?

Luna laughed:
We looked and looked! And then Pawpaw told us there really wasn’t such a thing!

Rosie snickered:
So I make it purple!

Luna:
Uh huh, she did!

Aunt Bee:
My, my… who’d ever seen such a thing!

Aunt Bee:
“Well thank you, little miss Rosie! A whole bouquet of dandelions — each one purpled by determination and must!”

Luna:
Uh huh, because it must be purpledish!

Pawpaw:
That she did. Best purple‑dandelion maker ever.
And maybe the only one.

Aunt Bee:
Well, purple dandelion finders, makers, and receivers all need hugs.