There were a few children playing in the snow nearby. Her lips curled into a smile as she watched the smile on their faces and heard the sound of their laughter.
Beautiful things had always moved her easily. Encouraged, she put on a scarf and went outside.
She stood a distance away from the children, and she started building a snowman.
She made two snowmen, one slightly bigger than another.
"Big Sister, is that you? Are your mom?" asked a little girl who had come over. She was staring at the snowmen that Irene had built.
Irene buried her face in the scarf around her neck, leaving only her eyes unconcealed. "It's me and my grandma."
"Oh... So the big one is your grandma and the small one is you!" the little girl said.
Irene shook her head. "I'm the bigger one. The smaller one is my grandma."
Her grandmother had always been a petite old woman, and ever since she had fallen ill, she had only lost more weight.
Her grandmother appeared like a tall tree when Irene was younger, giving her a sense of security, but she soon outgrew her grandmother.
As she grew and her grandmother aged, she became the one who protected her grandmother. It was a shame that her grandmother could not live till she became a capable young woman.
At half past six in the evening, the snow continued to fall from the dark sky.
After buying food from a restaurant, Irene snuck into the Woods' mansion.
The door to the main block was closed, and it was unlikely for anyone to open the door in such cold weather.
She relaxed slightly and opened the door to the South Block yard and went to the window of the bedroom on the first floor to knock on the window like she had the day before.
Shortly after, the door to the South Block opened and she hurried over.
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