The following day's cloud was dull and grey. As if it would rain. But heavy snow poured instead. In thick folds that indicated shovelling driveways were in motion and Christmas had seconds to reach the doorstep.
Like always, Latisha has ordered fine items for merry mass and designing with her team of decorators while handling tedious end of the year office work at the same time. Keisha on the other hand was always uninterested in the buzzy excitement of merriment.
"Ugh… the house is about to be doused in Latisha colors again." The stern woman complained as she accompanied her parents having breakfast.
"Hun?" Her father asked inching closer to her as if he could hear even if she shouted. His age was grey and Keisha had been counting down for the poor ninety-eight years old man for the past six years. But each year, he proved her wrong and sometimes appeared more agile and healthier.
