"Happy 15th birthday to me," Mary said to herself as she woke up.
It was a wonderful feeling waking up to snow on your day and that's how Mary felt. She loved the snow so much.
Her father used to make snowmen any time it snowed heavily. He would use a carrot for its nose.
She smiled as she remembered how Margaret used to eat the carrots, which made her dad come with extra carrots.
They used to have so much fun in the snow and would later go back into the house for hot chocolate and home-baked cookies.
Life had been perfect then and they were so happy.
She closed her eyes wishing the memory of the accident to fade away, it always breaks her heart to think about it.
The car had tumbled and tumbled again and she could remember the screams, the fear, and then silence.
The silence has b
