The Fall Of Red Snow

I walked down the street to my mother’s house. The fire had destroyed most of the house but it after two months and a whole lot of work, it looked fine. My sister was fine; she had got a job in New York as a designer.
I knocked on the door and my mom opened it. “Hi sweetie, how have you been?”
I smiled. “Mom, you saw me yesterday.”
Mom pulled me into a hug. Then we walked inside the house. “I want you to meet our new neighbor.” We walked into the living room and a boy with curly brown hair and chocolate eyes stood up. “Rayne, this is Christian. Christian this is my daughter Rayne.”
He smiled and my breath caught. “I know,” he whispered. As I saw, the beautiful white haired Angel standing behind him with a joyous smile.