Kolli
"You know I always thought our children would come here one day," I sadly smiled as I breathed in the fresh crisp air. My cheeks were probably pink from the cold snow around us, I definitely knew Hans was by how pale he looked.
My childhood home was deep in the Siberian mountains. Nestled on top of its very own, made out of slate rock, wood and barefaced bricks. It was my parents' pride and joy, a mansion far away from everyone, surrounded by tall trees with a view of mountain covered snow and a frozen over lake. During the summer months all of this would melt away revealing the most beautiful nature. A place where I would run through the forest whilst Pa chased me.
It was wonderful. The happiest years of my life. Ma home schooled me. There would be weeks where they would go off to work and I would stay with my aunt and Hans.
