Soren suddenly remembered what winter used to look like in his town.
If getting food was difficult any time of the year, then winter was on a whole other level.
Rat meat jerky was the norm. Those that did not have good homes ended up having it the worst.
Dung was used to patch holes. Better to bath in the smell of feaces than to freeze to death.
Soren remembered last winter; he had to beg Machos to take in Tommy and his mother.
If not, they would have died back then.
He still remembered the look on Machos's face when they had to share their rations.
He and Tommy had to work extra hard to make up for it. It was not an easy time, but those endless nights of games, fun, and sharing their dreams.
—It was good.
"Has the cold gotten to you too?" A shoulder attempted pushing against him, but he side-stepped—narrowly dodging.
—courtesy of Blackfield.
Vinegar staggered a bit but managed to get her footing.
