They had so little money that she couldn't get new snow boots for the harsh winter ahead, and her snow boots were almost nonexsistant. Knowing that they had little money, missing a day of work would mean a day without food. So, when there was a huge blizzard that winter, she walked to work in her deteriating snow boots. When she reach the shop it was closed, no one had called her to tell her that the shop was closed. So, she trudged back home.
When she got back home she couldn't feel her feet. Her father helped her get her shoes off, realizing that her feet were purple, bruised, and frozen. Knowing they had little funds, she didn't go to the hospital. He tried everything he could to get her feet warm again. A day or so later, her feet were black now. Her father decided to take her to the ER. The doctor told her that she was going to have to lose her feet because the frostbite had gone too far. Now with no feet, she returned home and went to bed. The next morning an officer was knocking on the door. He told her that her father was dead. She raced to her father's room, only to find a suicide note addressed to her. The note was saying that he was no longer the father he should be for her. He blamed himself for everything his daughter went through. Luckily, their next door neighbor was kind enough to take her in. However, now, she has neither her feet nor her father.
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