They said that if you're with the person you love on the day the first snow falls you'll be with that person forever.
The night I was born was the night of the first snow falls and that I lost my mother. She died giving birth to me.
The next time was when I was alone because my father was busy with his work and couldn't stay with me. I was alone watching the snow as it fell off the ground while drinking a hot coffee to warm my cold night.
After that year, I'm still alone whenever the first snow of the year falls.
I never expected that I'd be with someone on the night of the first snowfall because I've always been alone every time. I got to see the first snow fall with my father but I never expected that it would be the last because on the night of snowfall I lost him just like the day when I lost my mother, that I never got the chance to see.
Again, I was alone during the night of snowfall.
Few years later.
I was on my way home when snow started to fall. I watched the snow as it fell off the ground. I looked up at the sky and ignored the snow that fell on my face. I let myself feel the coldness until I got numb from the cold.
Once again I am alone on the night of the snowfall.
