Chapter 9

Anyone trapped outside is in a hurry; their faces are scrunched up, their heads covered in scarves and hats and hoodies to protect themselves from the relentless snow, but not me. I stroll through the neighborhood park with my face upturned to the sky, reveling in the precipitation, looking down just when I take a sip from my cup.

My fingers grow cold quickly when I run out of hot beverage, my nose starts running and the tips of my ears starts aching from the freezing temperature, but I don’t care. I let my feet take me wherever they want, and after a while, I end up at Dad’s place.