I grew up in a loving family, we always celebrated holidays together. Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve hugs were shared with a wishing well; even if we tried, we were never alone. In 1999 I left my home in Ecuador to the US. That year was the big 2000 year; celebrations, predictions, and others were the stories of the day. Mine, I was saying good bye to the only people who cared about me.
I started living at a small studio; at my new job I got scheduled to work night shifts, mainly the night of the 24th and the 31st because I didn’t have family to be with, neither friendships. My December got very blue, making me want to forget about Christmas, or any other holiday. I have never felt loneliness before until that day.
One day before work I decided to go for a little walk to a nearby store; trough the isles, Christmas decorations, smiling shoppers with family and friends. I thought I made a mistake about the walk; on my way out I noticed a small plush animal looking at me, it was a frog holding up a star. It looked like it was smiling at me; this made me smile warming up my heart. I knew then, that I can have my own Christmas time, and to know wherever I am, I am loved, as well I love them.
I am sharing my story because when all seems lost, there is something to remember and smile. I hope you can smile again, knowing we were/are loved, smile for the ones who are far or no longer with us.
By the way, the frog found a new home.