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The snow from the past few days had piled up, and the temperature outside was bitter. Helen was glad to be wrapped up warm; she didn’t like getting cold.

She wondered how much further they’d have to walk. The journey seemed never ending, and her little legs were beginning to ache. She just wanted to get home and sit by an open fire.

As they continued walking, she turned towards her mother, anticipating some gesture to indicate they were nearly there.

She waited and waited, but her mother never looked in her direction, never gave her the reassurance she needed.

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    Fiction Fare over 4 years ago

    I'm glad the story had an effect.

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    Liz Milne over 4 years ago

    aw, so sad... :( (but beautifully written!)

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    Fiction Fare over 4 years ago

    Thank you, Elizabeth. ☺

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