Air rushes through my loose hair as I ride my bicycle around the street. Soon, little snowflakes start to fall gently to the ground and I decide to go inside, because it’s too chilly outside. I rush inside and hope to see a warm cup of hot cocoa awaiting my arrival. Instead, I see my mother sadly sitting on the couch, looking especially melancholy today. She is wearing a bright pink shirt and pants that look as if they have bubbles on them. She looks as if she had experienced a difficult day at work today or even got fired.