As the unforgiving weather rages outside, snow covers the already fortified windows. The only semblance of warmth is the blanket draped over your shoulders. Clinging to the torn tassels as you sit down in a nearby chair.

With each snip of rusty scissors, you cut fabric in the shape of a makeshift stocking. The already-failed attempts lay at your feet, but your resolve remains unshaken. You’re determined to craft this gift for Abby.

You remember when she told you, “I wish someone loved me enough to make me a stocking.” and you remember how it broke your heart. But now you’re here, and you do love her enough. So despite the difficulty, you’ll show Abby how much you appreciate her.

The door swings open, and the harsh breeze sneaks in. Abby walks in, knocking snow off her head. “What are you working on?” She asks with a smile.