It was late December in New York. Snow had began to fall, blanketing the entire city in white. Standing on a street corner was a girl who appeared to be around twelve years old holding a basket of matches. She had beige hair, violet eyes, and was dressed in a somewhat dirty pink dress and a torn white scarf. She had been standing there for hours and had yet to sell a single match.

It's so cold out here, she thought, taking one of the matches from her basket and lighting it, I want to be at home with my siblings or with my boyfriend.

As she watched the flame burn, she began to see something. It looked like a Christmas tree with several presents around it,

She lit another and saw a table nearly covered in food and a fireplace around which her brother and sister were sitting.

After several minutes, she looked up into the sky and saw something amazing; a falling star.

Someone has died, she thought, and is about to be in heaven.

She lit a few more matches. There, in the flame, was her boyfriend. It had been several months since he had died and she missed him terribly.

"Matthew!" she cried "I wish I could be with you again."

"You will be, Anya, " he said softly, "In a little while."

He reached out his hand to the girl as they both ascended in a warm, gold light into heaven.

The next morning, the girl remained on that same street corner; having frozen to death. Several people passed by wondering what had happened to her. They, however, had no idea of what she had seen.

Notes:

Anya= Fem Russia

Matthew=Canada