Cold Night 0
I tired to help out where I could always silently cursing my father, who could more than afford to keep us in the, well no I won’t call it luxury but comfort is a good enough description. I mowed lawns on the weekends or washed cars, earning a decent amount of money actually, but it just wasn’t enough to cover the household bills, so my mother had put our house on the market. This evening the temperatures outside had dropped well below freezing but as this was one of the few times this...