This Is What I Live For

She still remembered some snippets from her childhood. The memories were faded and she couldn't recognise the faces around her, anymore. Her mother, father and her sister Alice. Tabitha was already much older than Alice in her memories.
Now it all felt like a dream. A fantasy. Wishing to ever have a family like that. To celebrate Christmas and play in the snow behind their house. The whole world was bathing in the shades of white.
Just like now. And the last year. And all the years before.
White. Cold. Snow. Ash. Of everybody, who was brave enough to fight.