He sat by the window, gazing out at the street. Outside, it was winter. Snow had draped everything in a white blanket. People walked along the sidewalks, and children played, tossing snowballs at each other.
For a moment, he was pulled back to his own childhood. Those days when, not so long ago, he too ran around with other kids, playing along the road. Different memories flickered through his mind.
Footsteps echoed behind the door. It was Grandma Paraska, his mom’s mother.