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Sunday, February 1, 2009
Gone with the wind, 4 Charmaine,T Its Christmas eve, or to be exact, Silent Night. The weather outside is cool, with white puffy clouds blending in with the evening sky, which was in a mixture of bright, warm colours. It was just like a painting, so perfect it could take your breath away with just one look. Warm breeze blew, leaves rustling in the wind, and people everywhere in cloud nine. One look at the happy smiles on their faces tell you that they were having a great time with their family, relatives and friends. There was happiness at every crook and cranny and sudden outburst of booming laughter or shy giggles could be heard every now and then. Everyone was happy, everyone except for me. I wasn’t feeling happy, or joyous, or excited. I was feeling miserable from head to toe. Christmas used to be a joyous occasion for me, not to mention Silent Night. In the past, I would sit down with my family for a moment that I would treasure so much in my heart. We would sit down together for some family time, tucking into the mouth-watering food my mum would prepare or order in from fast-food restaurants. Then we would cuddle up together on our comfy sofa and watch television together, sharing priceless and genuine laughter between one and another. Now, the sofa feels so ordinary under me, the television programmes so boring, the same food so tasteless, now that there was no more family. Next day, I got up, feeling grumpy and, well, a little sad. It was Christmas, but I know I’m going to spend it alone, without a complete family. Sitting up on my bed, I looked out of my window, and saw little families hugging each other with a wide grin on their faces, some even exchanging presents under their heavily but beautifully decorated Christmas tree. There were carolers out on the streets singing Christmas carols, spreading the Christmas joy and spirit to everyone. Their melodious singing floated to my ears, wanting to cheer me up and let me feel the Christmas love that enveloped the entire place on that morning, but somehow none was able to penetrate into me. I wanted so much to feel the Christmas love, joy and spirit, but somehow something was blocking it. Getting up, I walked down the corridor, and stopped still in my tracks. In front of me was my hall, with no Christmas tree. Suddenly, I saw this big Christmas tree appear right before my eyes. It was decorated from top to bottom with lovely ornaments, lights, and a unique star was placed on the tip of the tree. It was so beautiful, I gasped at it in awe. Beneath the tree were many neatly wrapped presents, looking as if they themselves couldn’t wait to be unwrapped and bring surprise to the receiver. There was this man kneeling down by the pile of presents, and he looked exactly like my dad. Around him were three ladies, two of them resembled my mother and sister. The last one, which was the youngest, looked so happy. She had shoulder length hair, big eyes that sparkled with excitement, and a mouth twisted into a happy smile. That was me. That girl looked so happy, I couldn’t even recognize her as myself. Together as a family, they sat down around the tree, singing Christmas carols as they played a game while opening their presents. A look of surprise would occasionally form on one’s face when he or she opened their presents. Looking at the scene before me, it seemed so real. Reaching out to it, I wanted to touch it, to feel the love that filled the hall. But when I did so, everything started to fade, and soon what was in front of me was nothing but the sofa which held memories of Christmas so dearly. Dinner time had came, and I sat myself on the dinning chair. What was on the table before no longer was a feast of mouth-watering food, but just a packet of rice and dishes. As I tucked in, tears streamed down my face, reminded of the feast my mum had used to prepared for our Christmas dinner when our family was still together . This is what happens, and this is what is left of you, when your family is broken into pieces, when you don’t have a family to spend Christmas with, and when everything is gone with the wind. Labels: Gone with the wind |