G Writes

  In a city where Christmas was not just a season but a vibrant spectacle, I grew up as a wide-eyed girl with dreams as big as the festive decorations that adorned our neighbor's homes. The streets glittered with twinkling lights, and the air was thick with the fragrance of plum cakes, a sweet promise of holiday joy. My family wasn't rich, and though love filled our home, financial struggles cast a shadow over our ability to partake in the extravagant celebrations around us. Each year, as Christmas approached, I would gaze longingly at the festive storefronts and imagine the warmth that a Christmas tree, a crib, and hanging stars would bring to our home. "Mom, Dad, can we please buy a Christmas tree this year?" I would ask, hope and longing woven into my voice. My parents, their eyes filled with love but burdened by the weight of our circumstances, would reply with a gentle, "Sweetheart, we're tight on money this year. But we have each other, and that's t

In uniform neat, I wait by the window's sill, To school, my heart beats. Pitter-patter rain, Why must you come today? I long for the lane. Child: "Raindrop, oh raindrop, Please don't make me late for school, I'm dressed and ready." Rain: "Little one, fear not, I'll sprinkle joy on your day, Let's dance and play." Child: "But rain, dear rain, I want to learn and explore, With friends, I'll gain." Rain: "In every drop, child, There's knowledge and adventure, I'll nourish your dreams." Child: "Oh rain, I see now, Together, we'll embrace school, Let's go, rain, let's go!" With giggles and cheer, They journeyed through the downpour, School awaited near.