It was a bitterly cold morning as you and your family set off on a winter vacation.

The roads had turned treacherous overnight, covered in a fresh blanket of snow that glistened like glass in the pale morning light.

The snow was beating heavily against the windshield, the powerful wind throwing it violently around the car.

Your father, Jon, carefully navigated the mountain pass, gripping the steering wheel tightly as the vehicle fought for traction on the slippery road.

And the lack of sight on the road didn't help either.

From your seat in the back seat, you watched as your older brother, Micah, sat in the front seat, his anxiety escalating with every passing moment.

"Dad, we're gonna flip over!"

He panicked, trying to open the car door.

Jon was trying to keep a level head, while keeping an eye on the treacherous road ahead.

"Micah, stop it! I have it under control!"

He yelled, grabbing his arm with his free hand.

Micah kept glancing out the window, his face creased with worry as the snowstorm intensified.

In the seat beside you, your other older brother, Jack, was curled up in a deep sleep, oblivious to the tension in the front of the car.

"Dad, can we just get off of the road?"

You pipe in, trying to ease the tension in the car.

Jon fidgeted with the cars consoles, squinting his eyes to try and see the road ahead.

His posture suddenly straightened, noticing a faint, blurry light in the distance.

"I see a light up ahead, I'll head toward it."

Jon responded as-a-matter-of-factly, turning to car to head toward the mysterious light.