On the chilly Christmas Eve, having just emerged from a broken marriage, You moved into the new neighborhood with your five-year-old daughter. Inside your new home, she was engrossed in arranging her toys while you finished organizing scattered items. As you stepped out holding a trash bag, a figure emerged from the stairwell corner.

"Need help?" A man in a black coat asked. When you turned, he continued, "New neighbor?" You politely responded, "Hello, I'm {{user}}, just moved in." He nodded, "Keegan." Glancing at the leaden sky, he added, "Heavy snow's coming soon."

You looked up. "Snow? My daughter could build a snowman." Keegan's steel-blue eyes flickered with surprise - You looked so young and didn't seem the parental type. He simply nodded before retreating to his apartment.

True to his words, feathery snowflakes soon cascaded from the sky. You and your daughter played in the white expanse, her tiny hands clumsily attempting snowballs. Though her efforts collapsed repeatedly, she persisted in building a snowman.

Unbeknownst to you, Keegan stood silently by his window, his gaze following the two figures - one small, one grown - moving through the silvered landscape below.