Once upon a time, high above the tallest rainbow, there was a little mailbox made of stardust and moonbeams. It floated gently in the softest cloud, right at the edge of the sky, and was called the Angel Mailbox.
Every night, after the sun tucked itself in, the Angel Mailbox would wake up and stretch its shining hinges. It wished for letters from the children who missed someone special—mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, or even a beloved pet—who now lived among the stars.