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December 25th, 2016

Today is the 25th Christmas of my life. Christmas this year is not as good as it used to be. My parents have left because of a plane crash that even until now my father's body was found. My name is Lily and I am an only child, so since the departure of my parents, it has been lonely who accompanied me.



In the past, every time Christmas came we will make the best use of the moment. The snow that fell made it difficult for us to linger outside due to the extremely cold air. Therefore, I will make a furnace of fire to warm our bodies, mother will prepare three glasses of hot chocolate, and I will prepare a blanket for the three of us to wear while watching television. Sometimes, I still feel cold —it's because my body is not strong cold. So, with difficulty my parents gave me a hug that kept me warm.

But, that wasn't it now. This year I don't feel that anymore. I could no longer laugh at my father who had trouble making a furnace, I could no longer taste the delicious hot chocolate my mother made, and I could no longer feel the warmth my parents gave me through her arms. Most importantly, I could no longer feel the affection of another child.

Now, in the midst of the falling snow I was being driven by my driver to the church. When I got there, I went in and took my place. I waited patiently and finally the bells of the service began to sound. Suddenly, all the people stood up and sang along with the steps of the pastor and the worshipers towards the altar.

Christmas celebration service begins. The whole community followed the service solemnly. And after the event was over, I stared sadly at the one family sitting next to me. They hugged each other and said ‘happy christmas’. Unknowingly my tears fell looking at their interaction. I bowed my head to hide if I was crying.

Honestly, I envy them. I miss my parents. I want to say ‘happy christmas’ to my parents. And the only way I can give words is to pray. So, instead of me lingering at the harmony of the family, I took my feet to the altar and kowtowed there while fusing my palms together and closing my eyes.

I was too late in prayer, letting my tears fall in my every prayer. Once I was satisfied, I finished my prayer and turned around. I was surprised to find a tall man in front of me. I hurriedly removed the rest of my tears and lowered my head. Oh, I feel so embarrassed. That man must have heard my prayers and my cries. Uh, I forgot that there are a lot of people in this church.

“This.” The stranger gave me a small red envelope. I forced myself to raise my head and looked at the confused man. “Someone told me to give you this letter.”

I'm getting confused. My gaze was circulated throughout the church, looking for someone who might give me this letter.

“Hey, quickly grab. I have to go.” immediately I stopped looking for me and immediately picked up the letter with a smile. “Dan, this too. Use this to wipe your tears. Don't be too late in the sadness. Trust me, God will listen to your prayers.” The man gave me a cute Christmas handkerchief. I smiled embarrassedly, I knew he heard it. Since he brought the handkerchief closer to me, I immediately took the handkerchief.

“Thank you.” And the man left without saying a word. I don't care about him anymore, because now

I am more curious about this letter.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY ANGEL