“And that stupid little girl stood in the winter and kept lighting matches to catch glimpses of families that weren’t – could never be – hers and froze to death in those harsh moments of reality between matches, because even though matches can burn, they’re light, not heat.”

“And that stupid little girl stood in the winter and kept lighting matches to catch glimpses of families that weren’t – could never be – hers and froze to death in those harsh moments of reality between matches, because even though matches can burn, they’re light, not heat.”

— Dot Hutchison