[That winter the snow covered every stone and every tree. It felt like it was slowly surrounding us and our families. Food and water was a thing from the past. We would starve and scream but no one would hear us. No on could help us. Like wolves we roamed the empty streets looking through every window, knocking on every door that didn抰 had any bulletholes in them. That winter, generations fell and nothing good was accomplished.] A shout echoes through the hallway 揾ow can we live like this? It has been months since we had food in our stomachs. The mother, she gathered, her children in a single room. 揌old on to another let抯 keep you warm tonight? The streets today, now count more houses and more rubble, then familys. The cold snow has covered every tree and every river. My child, I will care for you with all my might. So far away, between a liar and his loved ones . He抯 writing his letters in a low candlelight. His hand is shaking, his mouth so dry, and he starts to gently cry. And the man starts to cry. More tears then ink tell his story. Running back, as fast as his legs could go, would leave him dead in the snow. He went on.