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Lost for my sister, who always inspires me. It's so quiet My children are sleeping I am alone, as usual. Its dark out side, the snow is falling, it's almost Christmas. The stress period. Running around, buying presents, trying to remember them all. Tired. Finally, Christmas is almost here. Then the realization, I forgot our Christmas. Getting in line at social services trying to give my children Christmas. As usual the feeling is there. That I lost something or missed the last bus stop. Christmas is over It's so quiet My children are sleeping I am alone, as usual. author. Turidur K.H.
