The snowstorm soon came and went. Rose barely noticed the time they were stuck indoors, as she had so much fun helping her father carve wood while her mother criticized their work.
She would occasionally cheer Rose on, but mostly, she complained about how slowly they worked or about the wood shavings that littered the room.
Rose found herself smiling more, regardless of the circumstances. Her mother seemed to be doing better, and Rose was glad she got to spend this time with them.
"Tha storm is finally over," her mother said over the sound of Rose stirring the pot.
Rose stood over the fire as she prepared lunch. The aroma of the broth filled the room. It was made with dried vegetables and dried meat. It wasn't much but enough to make a hearty meal.
"Yes, Mot'er. I was worried about the roof while the storm raged. It kept snowing so hard, and the wind—" Rose winced as she heard the howling again, as though the wind had answered her words.
