Embed from Getty Images The wind whipped through the peach trees that lined the route Meggie took to get home from school. The skin on her face felt raw from the driving sleet, and her hands were numb from the biting cold. She could feel it through her damp mitts, the ones Grandma had knitted for her in the early fall. “You never know in this country when the weather’s gonna change,” Grandma told her when she handed her the season’s supply. She was grateful for Grandma who always had many pairs at the ready. Meggie marveled at the old woman who would knit her fingers raw to keep the family wrapped in warmth during the long cold Niagara winter, with its punishing breath fueled by an angry Lake Ontario. The little girl couldn’t wait to get home today. It was the last day of school, and her backpack was full of treats from the annual party, as well as cards from well- wishing classmates. It was nearly Christmas, and thoughts of presents and candy filled her head distracting her fr
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