I sat by the harth warming my snow nipped fingers a pain comes over me remembering when me and prim would sit here nibling the scraps of bread we had and sipping our tea teeing to wish our troubles away but prim is not the only one who comes to my mind but my father aswel remembering when he taught me that fire will saVe but also destroyer and you will ever know if its gonna heal or hurt and only now do I understand that he really ment that choices are like fire
