28. Mistletoe | Good luck

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It was Christmas Eve.

She stared at the mistletoe hanging on the door, lost in painful memories of a trauma that had shattered her childhood.

She watched her younger sister laugh with her family, trying to hide her worry.

She knew she would watch over her forever, like a silent angel bringing her happiness, ready to protect her from any shadow of the past. She would never let her face this pain alone.

Silently, she prayed that serenity had indeed returned, hoping that the worst was now behind them.

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