Christmas used to be my favourite holiday as a child. I remember one Christmas looking out the window, cold breeze, we could see the fireworks in the distance, everyone was making a ruckus with the pans, my mom and my grandma were beside me, my sister was dancing. I felt so happy, it's one of the few happy memories I still remember.
Then years went by and my mother died suddenly of cancer when I was 13. Nothing was ever the same.
One Christmas after my mother had died, my grandma was happy, she was breathing better, I felt glad for her. Some time later she was living with my cousin and she told me she fell. She had big bruises. Several weeks later, she died suddenly during the night.
This year my cousin told me that it was my father that pushed my grandma and that's how she got hurt. I can't describe how I feel about that.
Christmas is a time of family and the family that I loved and loved me, is dead. The family that is still alive couldn't care less about me. Christmas is a yearly reminder of all that I've lost.