It was a month into winter and we still hadn't seen any snow. Mr. Frost had still not made his appearance. It had gotten annoying that we had cold weather but no snow. He was holding back in joy that we were not happy. We went on for a few more days without a sign of any snow coming. Five days after the complaint of no snow, he came out of no where and took the little village of Hayes by surprise. We weren't prepared and had no intentions of being snowed in for a long time. When it came we had nothing ready. No food, no water, no wood, not even clothes had been gathered for the long winter ahead.
Many died in the coming weeks and many became very ill. Our family suffered many losses and dilemmas. I lost a brother and six sisters during this winter. Although inside it was frightful, I could not stop looking out the window into the distance. The snow and pretty whiteness always calmed me down. I could gaze at the trees and the prairies in hopes to go play in the snow. We got over three feet of snow and spent two weeks shoveling enough of a path to get new supplies to the village. I could never forget that winter for its horrible sickness it brought but also the good and joy it brought to my mind.
Even though the winter brought peace to me and the visual effects of the environment was soothing to me, I would never want a winter like that one to happen again. The losses in my family were greater than any good that came. My mother did not speak for months after my brother and sisters death's because she couldn't believe they happened. I felt bad for her and just wished that there was something that I could have done to help her through it. Although all these bad things happened to my family and I don't want another winter like this to ever occur again, I still enjoy the winter and the white blanket it brings upon this earth.
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