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My Favorite Holiday

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The closer we get to the holidays the more miserable I get. I don’t really know why but for some reason over the last few years I just get that way. Christmas is mums favourite holiday, and I try not to ruin it for her but sometimes it’s hard to put on the act. With all that has happened this year, I’ve learnt how to put a convincing smile. Most times its only there to put my mum at ease. Although I’m just fooling myself, she seems to buy it. Maybe we both fake a front face, to protect our inner emotions. Maybe we just put it up the front face, that we believe the other wished to see. Although she had it tough, when my father left her, all she had was me. I stayed by her side through tough times. Over the years, I matured at a younger…show more content…
The brightness of the morning light and the stillness of the atmosphere made my palms drench in sweat, as I breathed, rapidly but shallow, to the unknowingness of the object. It was no bigger than a tissue box. Its white fluffy texture, and small black eyes glared in my direction. Suddenly it filled my heart with warmth, and joy. I walked closer to the object, and a strong, warm smile started to grow on my face. I was my long-lost teddy bear Charlie. I picked it up and gave it a hug it, the smell of the plush indelibly stamped my memory. The smell evoked my earliest memories. It was filled with images of my father at moments, where he was laughing as we played hide and seek together as I carried Charlie around, and the time where he first cut my hair and times where I was scared so I squeezed Charlie. And, now, as I stand on the same hall way, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face, almost 4 years later, I can’t help but think of him. I can’t help thinking of him, and all the pain he instilled into both, my mum and I during his final years, a burning sensation of hated grew every time I thought of him. Life changes so fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends with the someone you once loved. I then wondered how this got placed here, it was unusual, because I passed the same spot every morning, not noticing it. The vivid evocation of father taking it was distant as I remember
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