Her Christmas

She sat her front door steps, looking into the street of lights. Children passes by with gifts begs, adults holding their hands swinging happily singing those Christmas songs. She looks at them with admiration, seeing those happy faces she sat with sorrow in her heart. A cold wind blew across her face freezing her; she folded her arms tightly around her chest to comfort herself. A glass broke in the house; she looks inside the window finding her parents arguing again. Her father had thrown a picture frame down at the floor, screaming at her mother both again fight till bruises and scars. She covers her ears and eyes, wishing that everything will go away from her. It continued and draws the attention from the neighbors and passer by. She looks at them with disgust and hatred. You don’t have to peep! She screams in her mind. She stood up can’t stand the fight and screams, she kicked the door real hard creaking the wood. Her parents and neighbors look at her.

“ENOUGH! THAT IS ENOUGH!” she screams towards her parents. She turns around and looks at the neighbors. “DON’T LOOK! IF YOU ARE NOT PLANING TO HELP! DON’T LOOK AND GO HOME!” she ran down the street not looking over her shoulder or even to stop for a breath. She keeps on running down the street ending up at the lake side. The lights beside the lake shine brightly, lighting up the while area. She sat at the park bench looking far across the lake side. She clenched her fist together praying. I know you can hear me. All I want is a nice home, and a quiet Christmas like any other family. Please I ask for your angels to come and heal this family for me. She looks up again to the sky.

“I guess this will be another Christmas with the same silent I get every year.” She stayed there the whole night looking into the darkness of her heart.