Last night, as heavy snow flakes were descending upon us, Derrick Mia and I braved our neighborhood's streets. We went trick or treating. Our snow gears were covered with our warm costumes, protecting us from the elements. We've been awaiting snow flakes, and of all the potential nights and days, they chose to arrive on Halloween. We asked for them, so we weren't going to complain, and with a group of good friends, we hit the streets. The wind was blowing, and the falling snow managed to stick to our faces, brushing against cold cheeks and making our eye lashes sticky. But we were unstoppable! The kids, driven by the prospect of collecting more and more candies, were leading the pack, and Mia, my sweet little lamb, seemed so very happy, running and skipping through mounds of snow, indifferent to the harsh weather. For these moments, she seemed like a child should be- worry free. Running from one home to the next with her friends, she seemed free. For these moments, she didn't have to bear the difficulties of having a mother with terminal cancer. She was out and about with her parents and her friends, happy as every child should be. I pray that one day, as Mia reflects on these moments, they'll appear as pleasurable and as magical as they appear to me.