Dear Santa,
Oops, my kid told me that you're not Santa anymore, you're father Christmas it seems. I argued with her that my 28 years of life is not a lie. But finally surrendered, because I don't want the rest of it to be living in a hell. I wouldn't dare to live with her in the same house after saying she's wrong.
The false alarm of my belief system tells me that you might not receive this letter if I write 'dear Father Christmas.' Also, a three-year old can't learn yet, can she? I really have a lot to wish for this year, and I don't want this letter undelivered.
I hope you read this letter and grant my wishes:
🦋 to let me walk alone on Victoria Street.
🦋 to make a snow Angel with my kid.
🦋 to find happiness in little things
🦋 to forget people who hurt me.
🦋 to be in love with love
🦋 to make something good out of this life
🦋 to connect and share with someone I can trust
🦋 to meet people who I can rely on
🦋 to give my heart only to those who deserve.
Above all, I wish I could learn that 'We accept the love that we think we deserve,' atleast before next Christmas.
Love,
Sahana.
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