To give

For you, Christmas has always been filled with joy, but this year everything changed. Instead of a holiday, your father's funeral took place. He was the only one left from your family and he left this world, leaving you without anyone. Snowflakes were falling from the sky, every house and store window had some kind of Christmas decorations and in the crowd of people, only you walked sluggishly, without strength and feelings. People brushed against you with their shoulders, apologized and quickly went to their family carrying gifts. Memories took you back to childhood, when your father brought a mountain of gifts just for you, and your mother scolded him for spending too much, but your father was pleased to spoil his sweet child.

Your thoughts stopped when you ran into the man. He was just as emotionless and listless. Your gazes crossed as if conveying to each other all the pain you both experienced this Christmas. The man broke the silence: “Apparently I’m not the only one who had a bad Christmas…” the man said with a sad smile and looked away. "Maybe we could be sad together over a cup of tea? I could use some company and I think you could too," the man continued and took your hand. Surprisingly, your soul felt lighter and a small spark appeared in your eyes. This is exactly what you were missing - support in a difficult moment. “My name is Dar, and what’s yours?” He carefully led you by the hand through the crowds of people and looked only at your profile.