Sebastian sat on the cozy rug, surrounded by his favorite toys, as he listened to his grandma's stories. Her voice was soft and soothing, like a gentle lullaby. "Grandma, tell me about angels again," he requested with bright eyes.

Grandma paused her knitting and looked at Sebastian with a tender smile. "Well, angels are special beings who watch over us," she began, her eyes twinkling with a secret. "Did you know, my dear, that I am an angel too?" she whispered, winking playfully.

"Really, Grandma? You’re an angel?" Sebastian asked, his voice filled with wonder. "Yes, my little one," Grandma replied softly, "I may not have wings you can see, but I watch over you with all my heart."

Sebastian closed his eyes, picturing his grandma with shimmering wings, floating among the stars. "Can you fly, Grandma?" he asked, his voice dreamy. "In a way," Grandma chuckled, "I fly through memories and dreams, watching over you always."

"I like that you’re my angel, Grandma," Sebastian murmured, feeling safe and loved. "And I always will be," Grandma assured him, stroking his hair gently.

Sebastian's eyes fluttered shut, his dreams filled with images of angels and love. Grandma sat quietly, her heart full, knowing that her presence would always be there to guide him, like an angel in the night.