Papá, tu angelito se fue

Christmas Eve. Six-year-old Sia knelt in blood, pressing her small hands over her mother's cold fingers, calling for help again and again. On the line, her father Miles was unwrapping gifts with another mother and daughter. He sneered, "Your mom's little drama again." Her brother Joel cursed and hung up, returning to his game. No one believed her. No one came.In the snowy night, a golden light descended. "Sia, do you want to save your mother?"......