Snow, small droplets falling slowly, piled thickly on the edge of the empty living room glass window frame. Outside there was a vast expanse of white rugs, small houses, tree branches, and paths, all hiding among the thick piles of snow. These two eyes seemed amazed to see something that I had never experienced before. A cold wind blew into the house. The tip of my nose seemed to freeze, I rubbed my arm which started to shiver. I stood staring out the window.

That afternoon, I still clearly remember in my mind the last conversation I had with Mr. Gie.

"I want a divorce," I said sarcastically.

Suddenly, Mr....