Little Writings

A Christmas Healing

Howdy everybody! Here's my Christmas special for this year and I hope y'all like it!

She never knew what it was like to have the entire world freeze in time. She never knew what it was like to feel numb. She never knew what it was like to be overwhelmed by emotion. She never knew what it felt like to hear the dreaded words, "Your parents passed away due to a car wreck involving a drunk driver." One cold night of November 30, she learned it all.

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"Jovey! Aunt Pam and I are going to the tree farm to pick out a Christmas tree! Can you come with us! It will be so much fun!" Caroline bounced around the room, her red, curly pigtails flying in all directions.

"No Caroline," Jovey told her eight year old sister. "I have to study for finals."

"That's what you say every time," Caroline whined, sitting next to her sixteen year old sister on the bed.

"Listen, after finals week I promise I will do anything you want."

"Anything I want?"

"Anything."

"You promise?"

"Pinky swear."

They linked pinkies and shook.

"Now you can't break your promise," Caroline beamed. "We'll pick out the biggest and beautifulest Christmas tree yet!"

"I'm sure you will."

Caroline skipped out of the room, forgetting to close the door behind her.

Jovey stared at the door, hoping it would close itself. She finally groaned and got up to shut the door. Despite the door being closed, she heard her sister's voice all the way from the kitchen. She continued on with her school, using her ability to block out all distractions.

Caroline had always been joyful after an entire two weeks of morning their parent's death. She had many friends in church's homeschool group. Her twinkling hazel eyes held happiness that encouraged others to be happy. Aunt Pam homeschooled her, just like she did with her own three kids who have grown into successful adults. Caroline's brilliance was special, and she forgave everybody. She did not deserve losing her parents.

In contrast, Jovey spent most of her days in her room, studying and doing homework. She was also homeschooled, and went to co-ops twice a week. Though there was a group of girls in the church's homeschool group her age, Jovey felt left out and awkward around them. The feelings were mutual at any social event. Her old friends in school were states away, she had nobody to talk to, and she liked to keep it that way. She did not want to be reminded about her old life, and with Christmas around the corner, only made the hurt of losing her parents worse. Sure, they were happy in Heaven, but she could not see them ever again. They were not here to celebrate Christmas.

Jovey did her best to make her sister happy and not let her know about the depression she was experiencing. She wanted the best Christmas for Caroline. They both were innocent victims of a crime no child should know of. Their parents were stolen from them, by a sinful drunk driver, and Jovey could never forgive that person.

Several hours later, she heard Aunt Pam call, "Jovey, dinner's ready!"

Jovey pulled on her hoodie, tied her tangled brown locks into a messy ponytail and ran down the stairs, still wearing her sweat pants and fuzzy socks. She was surprised to see her sister sitting on the shoulders of Javier, the son of the neighbors next door. He was a good two years older than her, and a good few inches taller too. Though he looked like a tanned white person with dark eyes and hair, his accent gave away his origin of having lived in Spain.