And a Wildflower still grows

I stared at the empty screen.I heard the glass vase break.I had enough.I got my coat and slipped out quietly.it was the Christmas Eve.And I was walking through the streets of London-lonely and cold.I saw a homeless family singing carols.They huddled together to keep themselves warm and they all wore a smile on their faces.A tear slipped down my face.The snow started falling hard.I crept back home,dreading every step.My mom was in the kitchen crying.Her eyes were blotched and her hair was a mess.I had noticed the car was missing.So my dad had gone to the pub.He was always there.I just stood there.I was frustrated and I didn't make a move to comfort her.

It was the Christmas morning,and there was no sign of my dad.I knew something was wrong and just then the phone rang.My mom still in her pajamas,picked it up.My dad was dead.He met with an accident.I saw my mom crumbling right in front of me.She was in a state of distress.All this seemed unreal to me.I didn't cry.I wanted to be the strong one.My mom kept her pearl earrings in the coffin.It was her first gift from him.She cried out loud.She knew she made a mistake.I took her home.

A year later.

It was the Christmas Eve,I looked out of the window and watched the old couple dance.They were in love.I smiled.A sad smile.I heard the glass jug break.I ran out to check on my mother.She was laughing and just then I knew I had to take care of her.I drove her to the mental asylum.I had to leave her but this time I had someone to take care of me.He held my hand and kissed my forehead.I knew everything was going to be okay.He picked some wildflowers for me.I placed them in the glass vase.And I smiled.