C H A P T E R F I F T E E N

Isabelle

When I was three years old, I lost my father on an accident that took place at our old home. A fire broke out, and he played a hero and tried to save me. Sacrificing himself.

My mother remarried another man, who now I call as my ‘Dad’. And soon we had another sibling in our family. Another daughter. My younger sister.

On 1987 when the weather was cold and everything was frozen with snow, I and my little sister went out for a walk. The walk was so long that we forgot our way back home. She started panicking and crying, while I on the other hand kept consoling her. Everything’s going to be okay. I told her. She nodded at me rubbing her tears. I was scared myself; I had no idea where we came or where we were! Suddenly a strong breeze blew both me and my sister away. Distancing us from each other. I tried going to her side, but the cold had now started to make me feel dizzy. She didn’t move. Her body was lying on the snow and the more I tried to go closer to he