22nd December

“ Ooh, my child! I’ll give them all I’ve got from now on….you’re home, home by Christmas…..”

   Stupid words that I’ll never hear,  these aren’t my mother’s words.



    They have never paid for children like me.



       I wasn’t alone today.

Today I saw another patient. He was of the same age as me. He was lost, desperately trying not to break down.

He told me what it’s like to be unlucky, but I already knew. Still, I wanted him to see the light at the end of it all. And so I did.

   He couldn’t imagine life in any other way. 



  He told me freedom is not possible. He got used to how things are. 

23rd December

Still, it isn’t that bad.

  He got out of the hospital today. His parents couldn’t care more of their child.

There was definitely something off. He put on the sad face and asked me about my next days.

Won’t I be home by Christmas? With my loved ones?

          I will. But not tomorrow. 

Even though after awakening it will feel like tomorrow. Just a few hours away.

From them.

             After all, I know for sure.

           I will be home by Christmas.