A little girl sat on the stairs, to her house, with frozen tears, in her big blue eyes. She was told that her parents died in a car accident, and she would be put in an orphanage. Christmas night. Now she had to spend Christmas with strangers, without the people she loved the most, her mom and dad. Right now some tough removers was about to take away all the stuff she grew up with, and give it to recycling, her things and her mom and dad’s. She looked at the little house, their house. Their house, with the little garden and the skew swing set, her room with the pink walls, and all her things. It was terrible. “Isabel, why are you crying?” something touched her little shoulder. The touch made her feel safe. She looked at the little boy, with the curly hair, and the big green eyes. He looked confused. “They died, Alex,” when she said it out loud, she started crying again. Even more. Saying them out loud, was horrible, it made her realize the truth. The truth she didn’t want to realize. She had to leave, leave her town, the town with all her friends, with Alex, with everything. Move to a new place, with people she didn’t new and adults who would try to substitute her parents. She didn’t want that. She didn’t want to leave. To removers came out, carrying the Christmas three. The three, her and her parents had decorated with the Christmas hearts, she made, and the big star on the top. She cried more, if that were even possible. ‘’It will be alright. You still have me,” he smiled at her. Her heart beat calmly again, but only for a little while. “But I have to leave.” His smile died. He got a thoughtful expression, and with his little hand, he took a little sparkling thing, from his pocket. It was a glass ball, a little sparkling glass ball. “I want you to have this, it’s my lucky thing, I think you’ll need it more than I do now,” he said, gave it to her, and hugged her. She looked at it, and opened her eyes wide. It was beautiful. Really beautiful.
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