White Frost

I was walking down the street, coming back from my Aunt's with the soup she gave me in my arms. I then took a deep breath in, and stood for a moment. I loved that moment. Church bells were ringing, and the air was nice and fresh. Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. At that moment, it didn't matter what I did before, how I looked, how scrawny I was. All that mattered that I was alive, and that I was wanted in this Earth. Even if it was only a few people that wanted me, that moment ...