"okay, a package is on its way to you, there might be a delay, still, it will arrive eventually". he uttered. As I pondered the mystery of the package, my mind became a whirlwind of pos

cting, I'm only doing what's best for you. He abruptly ended the call. I am utterly consumed by my love for Jason, my every waking thought devoted to who has refused to return my affection, my heart beats solely for him, my soul cries out for his touch and my mind is a maze of longing and despair. Despite his indifference, I can not help but cling to the hope that one day he will see the depth of my devotion and reciprocate my love, my eyes are sunken from sleepless nights spent pining for him, my skin pale from the weight of unrequited love, my smile is a faint echo of its formal radiance, I am like a shipwreck sailor, lost at sea, clinging to the splintered remains of love. As I held onto hope, a text message from my mother flashed on my phone screen, its arrival punctuated by a soft buzz. I smiled, my heart warming at the thought of her reaching out to me on this Christmas morning, I swiped to open the message, my eyes scanning the words as they appeared on the screen. " Merry Christmas sweetie! Hope your day is filled with love, joy, and your favorite things." I smiled as I read it and quickly reached for my phone to dial her, eager to hear her warm and comforting voice, and wished her a merry Christmas too. As the phone rang, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, grateful for the distraction from the whirlwind of emotions that had been swirling in my mind. When she answered, her cheerful"hey sweetie!" Was like a balm to my soul, we chatted for a bit, catching up on each other's life and I found myself relaxing into the familiar rhythm of our conversation. For a brief moment I forgot about the mystery of Jason's package and the flutter in my chest, losing myself in the simple joy of connecting with my mother. I haven't been in communication with my mom ever since she divorced my dad and began a relationship with her new partner. When my dad passed, she came to take me with her , but I refused, I was angry and hurt, and didn't want to leave my dad's memory behind. I didn