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Who: Logan - January 21st
He always hoped for snow on his birthday. It was usually something that came true, anyway, wish or not- but Logan didn't care. He liked nothing more than waking up on his birthday to a world of white outside his window. Where his siblings might have waited around for his parents to serve breakfast, Logan would find his coat, boots, and mittens to head outside and start building a fort. He'd never forget his eigth birthday- more snow than he'd ever seen before, but better than that was when his mum brought him pancakes to eat in the newly-constructed fort.
Who: Rossalyn and Addison - January 24th
Addy checked her reflection for the twelfth time that morning. She was fine- she knew she was fine- but she couldn't help her worries. Ross was probably already waiting outside, and yet here she was, in her childhood bedroom, bothered over one slightly-crooked seam or one uneven hair barrette. She forced herself to stop, to breathe. This room is where I met her, the thought came rather suddenly. Merlin, had it only been three months? A long time by some of her family members' standards, but still. There was a knock on the door, and Jamie peeked in. "Ready, love?"
He always hoped for snow on his birthday. It was usually something that came true, anyway, wish or not- but Logan didn't care. He liked nothing more than waking up on his birthday to a world of white outside his window. Where his siblings might have waited around for his parents to serve breakfast, Logan would find his coat, boots, and mittens to head outside and start building a fort. He'd never forget his eigth birthday- more snow than he'd ever seen before, but better than that was when his mum brought him pancakes to eat in the newly-constructed fort.
Who: Rossalyn and Addison - January 24th
Addy checked her reflection for the twelfth time that morning. She was fine- she knew she was fine- but she couldn't help her worries. Ross was probably already waiting outside, and yet here she was, in her childhood bedroom, bothered over one slightly-crooked seam or one uneven hair barrette. She forced herself to stop, to breathe. This room is where I met her, the thought came rather suddenly. Merlin, had it only been three months? A long time by some of her family members' standards, but still. There was a knock on the door, and Jamie peeked in. "Ready, love?"