More than a piece of earth

cap 6: Hi, I'm Nobody ☆special 100 views☆

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A THOUSAND THANKS!!!! I honestly had my doubts that someone would read this story (apart my friends, who I slightly forced to follow me), considering the end of my YouTube channel... I was young, I was cringe, so let's forget ^w^

However, I thought that with each special there will be a story of a fact inherent in the story, but taking place in the past.

So happy reading! ^w^

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December.

A cold, dark month full of false hopes about surviving the grip of frost that destroys crops, brings disease and death...

This is what December was in the past, and it is for those who still live far from modern civilization.

But, even if hidden, there are silver linings in this circle of suffering...

The reflections of light on the snow, the aurora borealis, the snowflakes, the soft winter fur of the animals, ice skating and the breathtaking landscapes that this period brings us without realizing it...

This is December... and we could always see it like this, if we weren't too scared to look beyond what winter brings and takes away from us...
Fear that if we look further we will see and experience even worse things than what we already get.

This is December's misunderstanding...

And Ruslan's misunderstanding.

He's like December.

Misunderstood.

People look bad at him, fear him, hate him... for events that he couldn't control... like December.

But in the midst of this twisted hatred, there is that one day that everyone loves and admires so much that they want to spend every single one of their possessions, just to be able to participate fully.

If I say "December 25th" the first thing you think of is "Christmas", right?

Of course yes!

Well, who wouldn't... if not Ruslan.

In fact when he hears "December 25th" he thinks it's his birthday.

The last time he celebrated it was his tenth birthday.

That day he spent crying as he embraced his father, who was on his deathbed, begging him to stay with him and his simblings...

But when he woke up on the 26th morning, his father was gone...

In its place a very dark red powder that resumed his silhouette, his clothes crumpled and stained with the blood he lost before his body gave way...

Ruslan thought that it was because of this event that his brothers no longer celebrated his birthday, that they suffered too much to be happy. Just like him.

But he was wrong...

Once there was a meeting in his adoptive sister's country, Kyzzhibek (Kyrgyzstan).

He decided to surprise her and visit her at her house, stop and talk for a while.

But when he got to his house, he heard music coming from inside, chatter and laughter from various voices in the background.

He went to a window to see what was happening inside and saw them...

All fourteen of his brothers and sisters, by blood or adopted, were there.