A Small Stuff For You
I must have been about 10 years old that time but still young enough to ask - please , please for a doll house.
"A doll house is not a toy, we can display it in our house" I hissed back, my face was red.
"It is" my sister said.
"No!!" I said.
I was about to pinch her when our mother tugged me and carry me to the kitchen to avoid what I'm going to do.
"Do you think I can have it?" I asked my mother.
She was washing the dishes back then and cleaning other houses when she could to earn money for us. Christmas, to her was a time of great fear, fear that it would be a disappointment for her kids.
"I don't know, baby." she said.
"Its all I'm asking for." I said hopefully.
I didn't know then that just asking her that question was like kicking her in the stomach.
The next day,I went to my aunt's house, than she asked "What will Santa Clause will give to this coming Christmas?" she asked.
"Well" I said. "I wanted a doll house but ate Grace said I'm too old to have it and mother can't afford to buy one for me." I said to her.
A few days later, I saw a box under my aunt's Christmas tree with my name on it. She had wrapped it with a thin gift wrap enough to see through: A doll house. I spent all days leading up to Christmas with a peace of mind. When the Christmas Eve came, I unwrapped it, my mother pretended to be surprise.
"Santa Clause must have conspired with your aunt." she said.
Even if she didn't tell me, I know that my Santa Clause is her and I'm very happy to have her as my mom.
I love my aunt for doing that. I love my mother for doing all she could day after day after day. I know Christmas season means more than that stuff, that it might be wrong to call such things as a miracle even if its just tiny one. The miracle in it, I think is in those two women's heart.
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