Snowflakes drift softly in the gray gloomy sky and land on perfectly powdered snow banks. White aspen trees are scattered across an open field. The sunlight that seeped through the clouds glistened off the snow, making every tree, bush and flower brighter than they appeared. A little boy of the age of three, trudges through the cold silence with his arms wrapped around himself. He wore a small coat with fur on the trim of his hood, black woolly mittens and a scarf that covered his mouth.
He pulls the scarf away from his mouth and a puff of hot steam escapes as he speaks. "Mommy... Mommy?" he cries softly.
His blonde hair hid his eyes, for