This story is written in loving memory of my beautiful granddaughter, Paris -
a tribute to her life, her light, and the precious moments we shared. To my granddaughter, Paris -
Your life was a gift, your soul full of grace.
Though your time here was short,
Your heart left an imprint deeper than words. In this story, you are reborn as Pariel -
the last girl in a world of sorrow who chose forgiveness and found her wings. You once told me,
"There is a victory in forgiveness"."
Now, those words echo through every page, every sky, every star. You are missed.
You are loved.
You are remembered - forever. I still remember what you once told me in this magical story:
"At the end, I will soar across the stars on my golden-winged unicorn, Majesty, to see the universe."
And just like that-you flew away, so young, so radiant, leaving behind a shimmer of wonder in the sky.
Rest in peace my beautiful Angel! With all my heart, Love
You Always called me Granny!