“Are you sure this is what you want to see?” said Michelle as she struggled to hold back the tears.
Her daughter nodded. “Don’t cry, Mummy. Look at the tree. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? You know how much I love Christmas.”
Choked, Michelle could not answer her young daughter’s question. The tears in her eyes made the lights on the Christmas tree blur into one another. Warm on her cold cheeks, they trickled towards the scarf her daughter had gifted her last Christmas.
Standing together, holding hands, Michelle made a Christmas wish that would prove the doctors’ predicament regarding her daughter’s upcoming journey into the darkness due to blindness untrue.
High up, in the skies above the Christmas tree, a shooting star ferried the wish away.
“Merry Christmas, Mummy. I love Christmas, but not as much as I love you.”
Written for Esther Chilton’s writing prompt – Christmas.
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