I am in Chicago with my sister for the holidays, and it feels like a dream come true. After being apart for so long, we finally met again. We cried, we laughed, and we even played a small prank on our Mamma. Everything felt warm and full of love. This holiday has become the most memorable moment of my life.
I usually don’t cry easily, but seeing my family happy and enjoying each other broke something inside me—in a good way. My heart is so full of happiness. I make a wish to Santa, to keep my family happy. Somehow, that wish came true.
A few days ago, my sister told us she has a boyfriend. He is handsome, but more than that, he truly loves her. Seeing her smiling and happy, after such a long time made me happy. I asked her why she said yes to him. He is American, and my sister never liked American boys, but somehow she said yes to him. She just smiled at me and said, “He feels like home.”
Since our father left us, we haven’t felt that sense of home again—until now.
I dream of my mother finding her own happiness too. I hope she finds peace, love, and a place where her heart can finally rest. I want her to move forward and choose joy for herself.
My deepest wish is for my sister to have endless happiness with the man she loves, and for them to stay together forever. I also wish for my mother to meet someone who will love her and make her smile again.
As this holiday comes to an end, my heart is full of hope. Hope that next year will bring even more healing, happiness, and love into my family’s life.