'It's so cold. Where is mother? What about Aunt Fina? They'll come back, right?'
She thought dazedly as she curled up from the cold on the snow-covered ground. The chilly wind blew past her cheeks and neck, causing a pain that was akin to being cut by a knife.
Even her limbs were rapidly losing all sensation.
'What about my younger brother and sister? What about Uncle Enzo?'
She was starting to Miss Talia's hot pies, even though she always hated the garlic on them.
She walked past a person lying on the snow-covered ground. That person was sound asleep, and his curled-up body did not move at all. But he had the happiest smile on his face.
He did not even know that his eyebrows and hair were covered in frost.
'This is a "smiling person",' she told herself.
