The snow somehow felt warm in my hand. The wind was gentle in the early morning, and no one was out yet. I wonder if the tragedy will repeat itself this year again? =====================

  "Sherly, remember. You are a good-mannered, respectful and helpful girl. You are the friend that someone can count on, and the student that is able to answer everything." Mother said, putting her hands on my shoulders. There was a pleading look in her eye, and I know why its there. I smiled sweetly, "Like this? Thats easy." She smiled gratefully and sent me off from the door. I looked back, at my mother standing by the door, waving. Father used to be beside her, but now the pillar of supp