Notes to this flash piece:
It's about a Christmas present that matters more than any material object.
The protagonist belongs to no specific ethnic group. You can read her the way you like the most. She could be anyone, from anywhere.
It's my Christmas present to anyone who stops by to read.
(written on 24-Dec-2018; edited for grammar and lexicon on 25-Dec)
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When it comes to the day before Christmas, I tend to withdraw and spend my time alone, far away from everyone and everything, like I’m no part of this world. I always have, since I was a kid. Turning twenty a month ago didn’t change that one bit. That is how I actually feel – the estranged, the foreigner, the outcast. I feel like I do not belong to this hectic world of colors, lights, music, laughter and fancy presents – and I’m fine with it. I love it. I love being something else but what everyone expects me to be. I feel w