The room was cold, but it didn't bother Jane. The young girl had a good feeling about it. She extracted herself from the blanket and walked to the window to watch outside. She was on tip-toe when she saw everything white.

- "Snow!" stated happily Jane.

The young girl had small jumps of happiness before hitting Constance's bag on the floor and falling on her sister.

- "Jane, I'm sleeping," mumbled the blonde kid.

- "But there is snow! I wanna play in the snow!"

- "Snow!?"

Constance quickly opened her eyes, before gently pushing her sister and running to her window.

- "Oh! Snow!"

The two girls began to run through their room to find their coats, beanies, gloves, scarves, and boots. Once ready, they got out of the room, took quickly the stairs, and opened the door. They stayed a moment without moving, to admire the view, before jumping, stomachs in direction of the ground. The sisters began to laugh, throwing each other snowballs. Once over, they decided to build a snowman. Jane and Constance were putting a scarf around his neck, when their father appeared angrily at the door.

- "Constance!" yelled the man.

The blonde kid lost her smile, and felt embarrassed and anxious, wondering why he was mad at her. She slowly approached him, looking down, ready to have her punishment.

- "You really think you'll bring money by playing in the snow!?"

- "We...we builded a snowman..."

- "I see. Time to go now."

- "Ok..." sighed Constance.

She walked back to the snowman to tell her sister.

- "You're leaving?" asked Jane with a sad tone.

- "Yes..."

- "Oh...I can come with you?"

- "No, stay here with mom and dad, and have fun in the snow for me," weakly smiled Constance.

- "It's less funny without you..."

- "Try to have fun still."

- "Ok..."

She took her little sister's head in her arms, placing a kiss on the top of it, before going back inside the house to pass through the corridor. On her way, she met her mother who, surprisingly, took her in her arms.

- "Be careful," told the woman.

- "I will," answered the kid.

The mother broke the hug and caressed her cheeks before letting her go. Constance frowned, not understanding, and walked away. The mother watched her daughter leaving and joined her husband who was still outside, looking at Jane talking with the snowman.

- "She shouldn't be the one bringing the money," stated the mother between her teeth.

- "Why don't you find a job then!?" replied the man. "Oh yeah! Because of your fucking depression!"

- "Yeah, no wonder why with a husband like you! Not able to find a fucking job! You prefer sending our daughter than admitting you're not qualified enough for the job you're applying for!"

- "She is resourceful, she will be fine," told the father like if it was nothing.

- "She is ten years old, she should be playing with her sister in the snow, but no, you had to send her back in the streets where she could die! Look at Jane! She spends her time talking with inanimate things because she is lonely!"

- "She is young, she is gonna be fine. I've more appointments today, if there is no niggas, it will work, they won't feel forced to hire them instead of me."

- "Whatever!"

The man gave a death look to his wife before going back inside. The mother shook her head and rolled her eyes.

- "Look, mom! We maked a snowman!" told proudly Jane.

- "I see! Don't move, I'm gonna take a picture!" smiled the woman.

She ran inside to take her camera, while Jane was already proudly posing next to her work. The mother took many pictures of Jane making silly poses. She was really her sunshine, she was so proud of her daughter, but did she deserve a family like this? She was sure not. She did nothing wrong to end with parents like that.

At the end of the day, Constance finally went back home. When she arrived, she saw her mother sat on the couch, with Jane laying down next to her, sleeping.

- "Hey mom," told Constance.

- "Hey, how are you?"

- "Tired."

- "I know. Come here," smiled the mother, patting next to her.

The blonde kid smiled and didn't hesitate. She sat next to her with a smile, noticing they were watching Paddington.

- "Don't let any men breaking your dreams, do you hear me?" said softly the mother, trying to brush her daughter's hair. "You are worth it, don't fall in love with the first man you meet, don't marry him if he is not a good guy. Don't make the same mistake as me, ok?"

- "Uh...ok."

- "Good. You're a smart girl, I'm lucky to have you and Jane as daughters."

- "Not Dany?"

- "He is my son, I love him too, but now, he lost himself."

- "He is not lost, he is in jail," stated Constance with a naïve tone.

- "I know," sadly smiled the mother.

Constance frowned, not really understanding why she was telling her that, but she was happy to have a moment with her mother for once. The mother kissed the top of her head before rubbing her back.

- "You wanna see Paddington? Jane fell asleep at the half, I don't mind watching it again," proposed the woman.

Constance nodded with energy and a big smile. The mother put the movie on, and the two girls installed themselves comfortably on the couch.

It was almost the end of the movie when the father reappeared in the house. He was drunk, as usual, certainly because he didn't get a job again. The mother knew he wanted to talk to Constance, so she took Jane, and brought her to her room.

- "I hope it's better than the days before!" told angrily the man.

Constance had an unsure pout and searched on her pockets with shaking hands before giving him what she stole.

- "That's all!? THAT'S ALL!? THIRTY DOLLARS! YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT, YOU KNOW THAT!?"

The man kept yelling at her while she was looking down, holding her tears. At a moment, what she was waiting happened. He began to slap her, again and again.

The mother was holding her youngest daughter in her arms, covering her ears. It was awful to listen, she was feeling frozen, not able to do something. Since Dany was in jail, he became worse and worse, evacuating his anger and frustration on the person who could handle it better. But she was only eleven years old, how many time would she handle this!? It wasn't supposed to be like that, it was supposed to be happy life, and a beautiful family, but it failed too hard, she was losing her children pieces by pieces.

After a while, it became calmer. The father left again the house, while Constance was crawling in her stairs, trying to reach to bathroom. She found some bandages and a cold spray to repair her body. She didn't want Jane to be scared or worried for her, she was strong enough to handle the situation.

Constance went in her room, bandages on her face and red puffy eyes. She tried to smile to her little sister, but the young girl noticed she was sad. She stood from the mattress and wrapped her small arms around the blonde kid.

- "I'm fine, don't worry," sniffed Constance.

- "I don't like when he hurt you."

- "It's fine, don't worry. What were you drawing?"

- "Our snowman."

Jane broke the hug, walked to the mattress to pick up the paper, and showed it to her sister. Constance took it with a smile, and sat on the mattress with Jane explaining her how she did. They spent the end of the night in their room, reading books, playing guitar, and drawing together.