~Harlow’s Point of View~
~Two Weeks Later~
I grin as I watch several kids struggling to roll a snowman with barely three inches on the ground. Since playing in the snow was free, it was one of the few luxuries I could have while in foster care. One constant I could count on that wouldn’t be taken away from me. A mere glimpse into having a normal childhood.
My personal favorite was just eating it. Not like many places I lived had freezers, some might have had a small refrigerator but getting ice was a rare treat.
One of the puppies nudges at my boot and I quickly bend to pick it up. I think they named him Bark but I can’t be too sure.
“Who’s a good boy! Ohhhh look at your widdle ears,” I coo, nuzzling my nose into his face. He licks me and wags his little tail for all he’s worth. I wi
