"Is there a village inside this snowflake?"

-a child asked me

"What's the color of our lullaby?"

Wanda would always love it whenever it would snow. It reminded her of the time when she and Pietro were small children back in Sokavia. Oh, how they were innocent times...

Seven-year-old Pietro made sure that his sister bundled up before they went to play in the snow. Even though they were the same age, Pietro still looked out for his twin as if he was the older brother. Their parents were so proud of him.

"Ready to go?" their father asked.

"Yes, Otecko!" they replied. They headed out to all play in the snow. After a while of playing, the snow gently began to fall. Pietro ran around trying to catch the dancing flakes on his tongue while Wanda walked with their father. As she walked, she held out her small, mitten-covered hand. She looked in fascination at the white specks compared to the scarlet fabric.

"Otecko?"

"Yes, my darling girl?"

"Do you think there's a village inside this snowflake?"

"Um..." He wasn't sure how to answer such a pure and innocent question. Wanda looked up at him with expecting blue eyes. That was until Pietro threw a snowball at her. Wanda squealed in delight and chased her brother but he was too fast for her.

Later that night, the twins were snuggled up in their warm beds while their mother sang them a lullaby. Pietro was fast asleep by the time she had finished.

"Mamina?" Wanda asked.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"What colour is our lullaby?"

"What do you mean?"

"Pietro's hair is brown, my mittens are red and snow is white. Does our lullaby have a colour too?" Their mother thought for a moment.

"Your lullaby is like a rainbow with many colours."

"Really? How so?" Their mother told her the story of their lullaby and by the time she had finished, Wanda was sound asleep, dreaming of pleasant things.

Oh, what blissful times they were...