Carolina

The window of an old cafe. Shiny after being cleaned of snow that morning. A bright red sign and bold black letters, proudly announced its place on the quiet corner. There was a display full of frosted sugar cookies. Christmas trees, candles, red ornaments, and snowballs. Spirited and festive, as it was every year.


Yet something was off.


I saw something more in the window. Not the cushioned backdrop or the reflection of the street. Brick building by brick building, colored lights by colored lights. Nothing unfamiliar.


“Carolina?” I asked, turning to face the window. My fingers touched the spotless glass as I stared inside.


Her gorgeous green eyes once sparkling with joy now faded. An old worn jacket and sweatpants. No spirit in her posture. This wasn’t the girl I remembered with her fashionable dresses and festive hats. Her decorated makeup and sparkles.


She looked lifeless.


I touched the tip of my nose


“Oh Carolina, who did this to you?”


Surely this wasn’t how I was supposed to live the rest of my life.


Alone for the holidays.


Not recognizing my own reflection.


I sighed, my shoulders sinking deeper. The pristine light of the mirror seemed to dim with my presence.


I used my sleeve to wipe the fog off the window, as if the motion would change my reflection.


Still me.


The Carolina who gave up on Christmas.


And herself.

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