A True Miracle

It was 4:00am I couldn't sleep. I got up and walked to the Christmas tree. It was decorated with thousands of ornaments. The light was so bright it burned my eyes. Trying not to cry in pain of the light I sat next to the tree. "Finally," I thought my eyes adjusted to the light. As I picked up the ornament that read; "baby's first Christmas," a tear dropped from my eyes. 12 years of my life wasted from the junk music I listened to. I was trying to be perfect just to please my eldest sister. Once more I thought, "it doesn't hurt to try." With that I got up and cleared the tears off my cheeks. I glanced at the clock that said 4:30am hoping my second eldest sister Candace would come into the house wanting a big hug. Another 30 minutes went by. "Ugh." She still wasn't here. I knew she wouldn't come home but I sure wish she did. Longing for a hug, I walked back to my room slowly, got in bed, and pulled the covers over my head.