First message
It’s freezing outside. Which is highly expected around this time on Canada. Sometimes you can say that it’s always cold before it’s hot. Which is why I don’t understand why this tiny girl is walking around with a small jacket on. Thin and it looks like it doesn’t provide any warmth against this biting winter. She is sitting at the bus stop, shivering as her teeth chatters. I can resist walking up to her and sitting down next to her. I don’t say anything to her and neither does she to me