September 3, 2026

It’s Christmas Eve at My Parents’ House, and When My Hands Were Empty, My Mom Said, ‘Be Grateful You Can Sit Here.’

Or was I doomed to remain on the outside, looking in?

Sleep finally came, but it was restless, filled with dreams of exclusion and silence.

Dreams that mirrored my reality.

As dawn broke, I awoke with a sense of heaviness.

The questions remained, unanswered and looming.

But a new day meant new possibilities.

Perhaps clarity would come.

Or perhaps it would remain elusive.

For now, all I could do was face the day and the uncertainties it held.

Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.

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