I looked around in the apartment. It was dark and lonely. The only light came from the window. The only Christmas things were the red candles I bought earlier, but soon they will be gone. When I listened, the only sounds I heard were silence and my own deep breaths. This should be the happiest time of the year, but I was not happy at all. I felt lonely and empty. I could call my mom, and wish her Marry Christmas, but why?
She was probably cooking for him: Her special homemade Christmas pudding. She did everything for him! She is too good for him, and I keep telling her, but she just won’t listen. He is not even pretty, just old. Too old to my mother, who is prettier and younger than him.
Last Christmas was a disaster! I was just sitting on a chair, waiting for mom and her new boyfriend to come, and open presents with me. I waited for two hours! Later I realized that they just had been sitting on the couch and kissing all the time. They looked at each other all the time, and I felt so ignored. I did not say anything to my mother. She looked so happy. Of cause I was happy because she was, but there is so many other men out there. I hated him, but I never told mom clearly. Everyone, even my friends, thinks I like him. The only person, who knows that I hate him, is grandma but she is in Texas doing the holidays.
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