A widower

A young widower sighs as she looks out a sixty year-old window. This window was white with the paint chipping and cracks all around. As the widower, whose name was Madusa looks out she sees snow coating the ground like icing on a cake. Everything shimmers and shines, mostly the branches on the trees around the block. It's to cold to go outside. Even on the snow covered mountain of a roof she owns. Yet the young lady can't resist staring at the beauty of the outside world. Her blond brown streaked hair blows in a certain strike the wind threw to her forcing her to close her wide-eyed blue eyes and a chill to speedily travel down her spine. She had then clustered the window shut with a battle. In the end she had won the one on one challenge and laughed at the window in her thoughts. Afterwards she traveled down the hall to the only other bedroom there was laid on the second floor. The only other room there that lay was a restroom with a sink and toilet. The bedroom was silent except for the annoying snore of the young child inside. The child had dark tan skin like her mother and her eyes were emerald green like her fathers with her hair a peachy color like the mother's grandfather. The girl was named after her father's mother. Peperikia which means moon-light in Japan was the child’s name. Madusa gently tapped her until the child arose to an awake position and Madusa left for her to change and she herself needed to change. When they met up in the hall the widower and child were wearing the same thing as usual. Mudusa wore a pair of jeans with three wholes and a regular white t-shirt with a rip the size of a ruler at her chest. Last in her outfit was some yellow fabric she tied to her feet with rope for shoes. Peperikia was wearing the same thing except her shirt is red and her fabric is green. The mother led her to the staircase. It like the window too was old and creaked like a thousand ghost moaning on the aniversaries’ of their horrible deaths. Mudusa lead her hand to signal the young lady down first and she did as signaled. The eerie steps creaked and wobbled as they eased their way down the flight of steps and once the petrifying sound ended they were staring down a long corridor of rooms which contained the humans of which were poor and stayed in the rooms with their small luggage and family if they had one. The torn scratched doors withered and seemed like the simple planks of wood they were. They walked down and swerved at the corners of their simple home and passed the other stairwells which lead to rooms like their own enclosed in tattered walls. It always seemed as if they were just going in circles until at least the ninth turn in which they appear in front of a large long room of the mess hall where breakfast would soon be served at the picnic tables offered by the government in which they would soon sit at for the most important meal supposedly as they call it. The weary couple waited at a small corner until suddenly struck with fear. The young Peperikia let out a small squill when she heard the enchantingly creepy sound of the meal bell. Soon they attached their selves to the wall as a stamped of graveling starving people bust through the halls. When they were through the door we entered in silence and picked up some of the bacon and eggs they usually had and sat down by the Packers. There’s John the dad and his wife Julia and to our right was Samantha and her family. Samantha is the only other child Pepperikia's age but more mature and she lives with only her father Jerinn and right across from them was Ms. Melina the oldest in the house and would give the two free tea if they babysitted Marty, her Siamese cat. The meal was quiet and things were getting rougher when people finished their feast of food well at least compared to what you get on the streets.