She died when she was only 3. Her mother carried her through the snow trying to pray that she wasn't dead, both the daughter's and mother's hands and feet were bitten by the jaws of frost bite. She knew she had lost her, her tiny spirit that was still learning the difference between good and evil. Her mothers small gasps of cries were drowned out by the wind that was nipping at her face with every step. The dark sky made the snow gray, but all the mom could see was a blur. She didn't care for the colors outside, for she longed for the soft blue of her daughters eyes. She cried out for help, but the only answer who be the loud moans of the wind. The mother collapsed on the frozen ground, "My baby-My baby" She mutters. She brushes her blonde hair from her daughter's face, her eyelashes covered in tiny crystals. "You don't deserve this... you never did anything wrong".The mom stayed there for hours waiting for her time to run out, waiting for the beautiful moment of her blissful escape to the light that shines above the dark sky. "Give my soul to my daughter- God above hear me- send her my soul so she can live". The mom lays against a tree, for it shall be the last tree she would touch.
