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Sadly, the response she received was not one that she’d wanted. To think that this was not the last time she’d experience the cold was troubling, to say the least. Her brows scrunched up as she glanced at the ground, thinking to herself. Why did winter occur? Could she stop it? Could mama stop it? She wasn’t so sure she wanted to have to deal with the cold all over again next year.

“Can’t it stop?” she finally asked, hopeful, a glance at her mother stolen. “I don’t like this. It’s too cold.” She was glad to have learned that it wouldn’t last forever, however, an entire season of such frigid temperatures just wasn’t bearable.