Ask anyone what they want for Christmas and you’ll hear all sorts of lovely requests for toys, clothes, food and such sundry. This Christmas Eve, I am thinking about all my sister victims, the ones who aren’t ‘out’ yet and the real Christmas lists they are longing for.
A little hug.
A gentle touch from someone who doesn’t require anything back from me. A hug that doesn’t make me flinch in protection. A hug that is full of love.
A little bit of Peace.
Peace in my home. No more tension in the air. A peace that isn’t scary in its silence but exciting in it predictability.
A little bit of quiet.
A break from the yelling. A break from the fighting. A pause for just one day that doesn’t make me shrink in fear of what will happen next.
A little bit…
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