(Warning: Mentions of taking one’s own life)

Snow’s POV

As I was picking raspberries from one of the bushes in the garden, I heard a faint, almost squeal like sound. I looked up and a few sparrows flew up into the sky over at the East side of the castle grounds. 

I wonder what that was? Probably just some animal. 

I continued with what I was doing. When the bush no longer had any raspberries on it, I took the baskit now full of raspberries and placed it one the stone steps. I then picked up the empty basket and went over to the strawberry bushes. 

As I started to pick off the strawberries, I started to think about my mother. She loved strawberries. I was 12 when she passed. I miss her dearly. My father did too. He missed her so much that he took his own life two years later, leaving me with Ingrid as my only family. My father had no siblings and my grandparents passed before I was born. My mother didn’t talk about her parents much, neither does Ingrid. I once asked Ingrid about her family, all she said was that they were bad, selfish people. I didn’t press her, it seemed like a heavy topic. 

None of it matters now. It's all already done. There’s no point in being sad about it.