But the day Mom and I built a snowman stands out in my memory the most. She was 13 and I was about 5.
We created it, added color, inserted a carrot, and embellished it. However, there was a mound of snow rather than a snowman when I stepped outdoors in the morning.
I sobbed as I raced home and told her everything. She said she would go “check it out” and asked me to wait at home.
The tracks leading from the snowman’s location to the school were subsequently shown to me when she summoned me outside.
This mound of snow just dropped from the roof, and he wanted to study, she remarked. Even now, I’m thankful to her for everything. © Pikabu/Emochka7186
There is a couple standing next me at a crossroads. A nice automobile passes. I look at the automobile with the man. His date believes he is looking at someone else.
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