Dressed in a gown of gossamer fabric and delicate lace,
I wear a smile, but have a smudge upon my face.
My beautiful wings are ever gentle—all snowy white,
But my halo, although just a bit awry, still shines bright.
I am not perfect, but my gentle heart is in the right place,
So I am his beloved angel with a smudge on my face.
An empathic young nurse driven to help and heal others since childhood after watching her mother languish for months before finally succumbing to cancer, Aziza Lopez abhors cruelty and suffering in any form. When she is assigned comatose patient Davi
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