Christmas

A few days before Christmas, Oxford Street was full of last - minute shoppers loaded with parcels and luggage. Christmas is a bright place for many people from ankles to knees, especially for kids. Just as a magician disappeared with smog, a small crouching thing disappeared into the hanger. Even in very early stages, family and friends gradually came out of blocked buses and crowded trains. However, my family has not arrived yet.

Christmas is now, and I desperately trying to make Christmas happy. My mother is a Christmas monster. Since my father passed away, she accepted Christmas like Christmas. I insisted that she did not do this for me, but last year, I was back injury last year, she can not complete decorations on the outside or Christmas tree when it was too light When he got out of bed When I was busy thinking about - she hid in my room and cried. My brother found her under the shelter of her. I had never had that annoying Christmas day, when I was in 2017, I decided not to think about him. I do not want to think about the way he raped me. I always imagined that I was something other than the victim of rape. It is when he shouted for hours when he got angry and when I did not want him. After the screaming, he said that I'm sorry and cried and I will start over. If you refuse, the loop will continue. After all, I learned to stop to resist

I still remember how lonesome and difficult Christmas is. To this day, if you hear the deep feelings of "Please make me happy Christmas" or "I will go home on Christmas", I am always thinking of spending Christmas in Iraq and Afghanistan. As a gift, Pop Tart and Pringles are full under its weakened leaves. The whole process is simple. Let's give a good gift to your family first. "Did you receive an Amazon gift card? Thank you, sister!" But it is delicious and terrible Smirnov ice that lurks in another box. It seems to play Russian roulette, but I use sewage of kiwi strawberry flavor. You are dead at last. I am angry. Now they also have to laugh at disgust