It had snowed for days; I stood at the window and admired the shimmering layer of snow making it look like a winter wonderland. The preparation for Christmas had started. Father’s birthday was between Christmas and New Year, but we always celebrated it on Christmas Eve. The Christmas tree was decorated, fragrance of the cookies filled the whole house. Father’s birthday cake was waiting in the pantry, decorated with marzipan flowers, it was my duty to put the candles on……