When you grow up in southern China, the chance that you'll see any snow during the winter months
is pretty much slim to none.
And when you make your new home in the southeastern portion of the US,
though your chances are slightly improved, there's still no guarantee.
So when the weatherman says there's a possibility,
and you look out the window to see big, white, fluffy flakes suddenly falling from the sky,
you better stop whatever you're doing and run outside to enjoy every last bit of it before it's over.
And that's exactly
what she did.
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