The Christmas Home
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DescriptionA story exploring a home.
MessagePart of the Holiday House collection.
ImageMonomoy Writes
As the snow falls, upon the roof filled with Christmas lights. Getting covered, making it look like colorful snow. The windows frosted from the coldness of the outside world. The wind is blowing and rustling through the trees. A house, made of wood, glass, metal and strength. Through a window, a small woman sits in the bed. She prays on the bed, wishing for her kids to rest well in bed, and wishing that her partner rests in the heavens above. She opens her eyes, in the dark room and continues to walk out. She grabs her warm robe, and her slippers. Through the hallways, filled with pictures of her kids smiling, enjoying life. The pictures tell a story. Two kids with a mother. One kid with a mother and father. A mother and father. Two teenagers. A child. She passes the pictures without looking at them. She appears in the living room. The darkness being consumed by the lighting of the tree. It's huge, and has many ornaments all over it. “We finally got a tree, Darell.” She sits on the couch, looking at the coffee table. A cup filled with coffee, the other filled with tea. Still warm. She begins to cry. “Is this my christmas gift, losing you?!” She cries, placing her face in the palm of her hands. Feeling the warmth of the lighting on her face, and the warmth of a hug wrapped around her. She opens her eyes. The Lighting on the tree flickers, “I know you're here, Merry Christmas Darell. I love you so much.” The lights stop flickering and a closet door opens wide. She gets up and walks over to the door, closing it. On the floor she kicks a small box. She becomes curious and gets on her knees to grab the box. It's wrapped with a bow on top of it. Walking back over to the couch and opening the box. Tears come to her eyes. The small box is filled with a ring, a shiny ring. She grabs it and places it on her finger. Under her breath, “Yes, Yes I do.” She smiles as she grabs the cold coffee and clinks it to the cup filled with tea. “Goodnight, Darell. Your name will never be in vain.”
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