My Christmas Eve had come to a sorrowful end, my brother was stolen from me by the invaders.  I took a last look at the door, it was still open, my  brother was gone. It had started to snow. Was it snow or Heaven crying for my brother? The house felt so cold and quiet, the presents laid under the dark Christmas tree, they were never opened. A few days later, the fire claimed the presents along with my childhood home. Fire is so unforgiving, even the nice memories are overshadowed by the agonizing sound and heat. I felt so empty and realized that my childhood had ended at the age of six and I will be sharing the same road and ordeal for survival as the elderly. I went upstairs to my room, sat at the window and watched the snow covering the tracks that my brother  had made by trying to reach the front door. “Silent night, holy night” echoed in my heart. I had a vision of the Christmas  when we all sang together, we were so happy, my brother and I were playing games, laughing, going outside to play in the snow. It stopped snowing, the moon was so bright, many stars covered the whole sky, it was  Christmas Eve, my last at my childhood home. As I sat motionless watching the stars, I picked a tiny star and made a wish : “May there be peace on earth and the end of all the suffering to people and all living creatures.”  It was Christmas Eve, my Christmas Eve. “Dear brother, I share it with you in my heart.”  SILENT NIGHT, HOLY NIGHT.