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…..
It was Christmas Eve. I prayed for a miracle, maybe, just maybe my brother will come home for Christmas. He did! I thought that my life is as happy as it can ever be. The Angel on my Christmas tree seemed to smile, the candles lit up the whole big room so bright, prisms of the chandelier cast shining stars on the ceiling, this is my Christmas! I had only one Christmas wish, and it was fulfilled. My brother came…..