This is a story
of my first winter here in Maryhill. We moved here from Seattle I was really
sad. My parents had just separated and it was hard for me to choose one of them
so I decided to move here at my granma’s. I didn’t like her much but anything
was better than staying at home and watching my parents fight all the time. It
was a very hard time for me. I was about only 8 years old then. I don’t think
that I could’ve been able to come out of it if it wasn’t for her.
She was
considered an outcast here. She lived in her huge mansion on the corner of the town.
She was really nice to everyone but they were really mean to her. They said
that she was a winch who ate her whole family. They labeled her as a bad omen.
It’s a Thursday
I think. I was forced to sit with my granma and her friends for tea, I somehow
escaped from that hellhole, I kept running till I found myself in the woods and
I had no idea how’d I get there. I tried searching my way out of the woods but
I was getting nowhere and it was
getting really chilly, weird noises
started to come out from all sides I was really scared now, Then I started to
notice some movements around me. I heard it getting closer and closer. I picked
up a stick to defend myself. I was about to hit whatever was creating the noise
when a nurturing voice came out of nowhere. I was relived. I knew this voice it
was Ms. Annie’s.
She put a
blanket on mesh took me to her house. It was rather old fashioned. She gave me
some cloths which I figured was her late daughter’s. She was really nice. She
let me bathe and gave me hot chocolate to warm my body and she also let me stay
for the night.
The next morning I was really happy I had a
full breakfast in a while and I left Miss Annie’s promising that I’d come and
visit her every day. I was really happy on my way home but when I got there
what I saw did not please me it was my father with his new girlfriend laughing
like a family and I suddenly felt like I was an outsider to my own father so I
ran back to Ms. Annie. I don’t know why but she seemed like the only person whose
understand and she did so I went to her every day from then on and she always
had her way of helping me out. I knew no matter what changed in my life that
she’d always be there.
On Christmas Eve
I was about to head to her house. I had a special gift I wanted to give her. I
imagined that she would be sitting beside a charismas tree reading a book but
when I got there I saw something that was for me the worst thing that could happen.
MS Annie was on her bed with a high fever.
I called the doctor
right away but the doctor said she had only a few days left to live. When I
cried she still consoled me even in that condition and on New Year’s Eve as the
landscapes said goodbye to the white snow I said good bye to the person whom I
loved and admired the most in the world.
Winter gave me a
sweet lasting memory that I will cherish forever in my heart. It gave my best
friend and also takes her away from me……
