Work on the farm didn’t cease just because of the holidays and twice a day Ursula drudged through the knee-deep snow to the barn to milk the cows. The borrowed wellington boots reached way above her knees, but with that much snow falling every day, they were a blessing.
She finished milking the cows and feeding them for the night and took a moment to take in the soft rolling hills covered in snow. It looked so pristine and peaceful, it was hard to believe that this time last year a war had been raging over much of the land.
Suddenly she heard someone walking down the road. The trampled snow muffled the sounds, and at first she thought it might be a wild animal. But then she saw the silhouette of a human being walking toward the farmhouse. She straightened her back, unsure what to do. It
