I shivered at the sight of the cabin. Ice hung on the gutters. My old home was long gone. Frost curled up on my fingers when I spat on them to keep them warm.
It was cold 10 below and my home was no longer warm. Tears of dread welled up in my eyes. For the cabin the place I called home was the same. Cold but cozy. Dark but lit.
Peering through the window was my mother nodding at me. I knew I should of never came to a home I called hideous a place, I called trash. Though I was desperate and alone in the clearing.
A blanket of snow covered the place. Tall trees and little branches. I hadn't gone to camp, so I knew no fire. If I only had one wish. It was to gain the love back with my mother.
She was the warmth and fire. The only one willing to give me another chance. Only If I took it. The only one. If I only had one wish, one.
I glanced down at my body slowly freezing. I was wearing dark jeans worn down snow boots and a light coat the color of cotton candy.
Minutes then hours slowly turning to cold, cold as ice. My vision blurred. I fell backwards in darkness. A figure a, a warm figure rushed to my side. The warmth cried.
The last tears the last breath the last warmth and light. A letter fell out of my pocket starting with