A Snowy Day for Sisters

A Snowy Day for Sisters

by Faye Stockmal

As we brought our sled up the small hill, we thought of how incredibly amazing this would be. The hill we were going up was big. It was snowing gently, as we slowly kept climbing, and climbing, and climbing. Until, we finally reached the top.

 With no words, me and my sister looked at eachother, and jumped on the sled as we slid down the hill, very fast indeed, too fast. 

Our little wooden planks that we tied with rope, began to detach. It kept holding, but the effort was too great. The rope ripped apart! We sled in different directions, until we got to the bottom of the ginormous hill.

 We went inside, some bruises on our backs, and legs. But the warm fire inside made us feel all cozy. The fire helped our bruises recover. We sat in our cottage, it was now snowing a tremendous amount outside.

 “You were right.” My sister said. “That truly was magnificent!”. “I know.” I responded. “Could we go tomorrow once more?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with joy. “Absolutely!” I practically yelled. She looked at me, and I looked at her. Silence.

 But then, she started to laugh! And I couldn't help but laugh along with her! The laughter faded off as we started to calm down. Silence again. The only thing you heard was the fire crackling. 

But this time, the good kind of silence. The silence as if you were floating on a cloud. The silence as you walked in the woods. The good kind of silence. 

“Well,” I said. “I’m sure we could do this again.”. “Oh yes!” my sister said back. “I’d love to!” She yawned and I realized it was almost time for sleep. So, I carried her off to her bed. I slept right in the bed across the room. “Goodnight.” I said. “Goodnight.” she yawned back. And, we drifted off to sleep.