I remember holding Alice, holding her close to keep her warm. I wrapped her, adding extra layers around her tiny little body, trying to keep out the cold. I spoke softly to her, my warm whispers settling on her cheeks. Holding her delicate perfect face to mine.
They dressed her in a pink knitted hat and jacket. Keeping her warm. I made her a quilt. To keep her warm.
I tried so hard but, nothing I could do would stop it.
The cold came slowly creeping in, forcing out the warmth, taking over Alice and the room and our lives.