"Sarah!" Mother called. "Please get away from the window. Close the curtains and come on out here in the cocina with me."
Sarah had her small, chubby nose up to the window in the living-room. She had her eyes peeled to the window for the past hour. It was snowing wildly and it was very windy. She was waiting for her dad to come inicial from work. He was already an hora late.
"Come on, Sarah," coaxed her mother. "Daddy will be inicial soon."
"But, where is he?" five año old Sarah pouted. "He should have been here por now."
Sarah joined her mother in the kitchen. She pulled out a brown leather chair and...