Story:
~*Chapter one*~
As I stood, the numbing wind playing with my dress, I remebered the heartbreaking day I was told my mother had died during the night. Tears threatened my aching eyes as I reached out, as if I was trying to touch something. I saw her before me. My mother, standing, with arms streched wide, prepared to envelope me in her warm embrase.
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Exactly, one year before that snowy winter day, I sat laughing, on the floor beside the fireplace. There was an inviting fire blazing as me, my mother, my father and my little brother, all were gathered by the christmas tree. "Can I open it now? Please?" My little brother begged. My mother laughed quitely, "Go ahead Nathan." My father stood, "Wait! Let me get the camera!" He jogged back to his bedroom, but quickly returned, with his expencive new camera. We let him fumble around with it, pressing all sorts of buttons. He had gotten it the night before, which happened to be christams eve.
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