Fish in the Clouds (DW Fan Fiction)
I was six years old when I first saw snow falling from the sky. I'll be honest, I don't remember much from my childhood, but that night I will never forget.
It was Christmas Eve, cloudy as usual, and our family was gathered at dinner. My father seemed worried and preoccupied, barely engaging in the conversation around our small, festive table. My mother had decorated with candles and a red embroidered tablecloth in an effort to keep things fun for us kids, but looking back on it, she must have been upset, too. My brother explained to me in hushed whispers that he had heard our parents talking about "the necessity of a possible loan from Mr. Sardick," but I was too young to understand the implications of this statement. Of course I knew who Mr. Sardick was, but I wasn't even sure what "necessity" meant.
We were finishing our Christmas tart, a family tradition and about the only thing my mom can actually bake, when the tapping came at our window. Outside on the flagstones, we could see a