You know when your about to die people say you see your life in flashbacks but all I could think about was five years ago December 25, 1912 this is the day when my life ended. It was the coldest Christmas that I ever felt, fresh powdered snow blanketed the town made it look like a dream ; icicles hung from trees like little ornaments, children laughter filled the air as they played, and played everything seemed right with the world.

"Emily, get away from the window dear and come sit in the warmth" my mother's voice penetrated my thoughts "yes mom" came my whispered reply. "Oh Emily, when will you get over this shy phased no man will ever marry you if you don't learn how to speak up, how would he hear you when you have something to say. Well?"

"When I have something to say he'll listen…If he truly loves me mother than no matter how shy I may be he wouldn't care, that's the kind of man I want to marry one who accepts me with all my faults!"

Mom sighs loudly, clueing me in on how disappointing my little speech was. "Emily I only wants the best for you; you don't act like a proper lady what will all the gentleman callers think. Huh?" Mother's voice wormed over me and the feeling of dread enter my system. What was she planning to do, is this a plot to get me married of to a stranger who just happened to show me some interest. I can honestly say I hoped not I don't think I can handle any more matchmaking from her. Mom means well she just to head strong when it comes to my love life or lake of.

I couldn't take any more if her judgments do I slowly got up and walked to the door. "Where did you think you're going its almost time for supper."
"I am just going for a walk mother I will be right back. I promise." Out the door I went that was the last time I saw my mother, that night everything change, and that night was the night that I met him…