But the uncomfortable air shifts more and more. No one talks to me. Unfamiliar relatives ignore me. I wish for the wandering puppies to visit me. I count down the time. Five more hours until I leave.
When colorful lights shine on houses and trees fill up living rooms, a dark sadness takes over me. I can hide for hours, but hints of the holidays are everywhere. Extra wrapping paper is stuffed in trashcans. Money in pending from the bank and will be taken out soon after the turkey arrives. Cheerful music sings.
But the uncomfortable air shifts more and more. No one talks to me. Unfamiliar relatives ignore me. I wish for the wandering puppies to visit me. I count down the time. Five more hours until I leave. Comments are closed.
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