Status: In progress

Stealing

Victim [2]

Or maybe it was you, my own brother?

That perfectly perfect family all loving and loyal to each other, all working together to help build that snowman. Two boys, brothers, laughing and joking with one another; they would help their proud parents place pieces of coal as black as ebony on his flawless face as eyes, a mouth and finally buttons. I could see it in my mind. The eldest boy lifted up the youngest one allowing him to place the delicate carrot in place like it was a badge of honour; the snowman wore it with pride. Was there something about me? Did I not deserve a devoted, protective, big brother...
Guess not