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Christmas. Just about everyone celebrates the joys of the holiday season. Decorating homes and trees with pretty lights, Wrapping up gifts for people to discover on Christmas day. And most importantly, spending time with their loving families... ...And me? Well, I don’t get to enjoy those pleasures. No, Christmas season was always the hardest and most painful time of the year for me. Roukan always gets snow every year, usually starting in November, so I’m already having to deal with the cold weather before the festive season. It’s hard enough to survive while dealing with that, but when you add on hardly getting food and having no warm shelter, it’s a living hell for someone my age. You’d think being a homeless kid on the streets during winter would attract tons of generous people, but people are stingy with their money this time of year. I’m lucky if I get more than a few bucks during a week. Normally I’d pickpocket unsuspecting people for a decent amount of cash, but luck would have it that this time of year, most are a little more aware of their wallets disappearing from their pockets suddenly. Maybe it’s karma. I have to resort to sitting out on the sidewalk with a sign, hoping someone will help me out, but of course more than half of the people just walk on by, turning a blind eye at me. Yeah it was normally just as rough every other year, but for some reason this year… This year was my worst. Christmas eve came around and I’ve barely gotten anything the entire month. I found myself eating about once or twice every week and because I had no extra money I couldn’t get myself any clothes to fight the cold. I walked all around that day, one of the coldest days in the year, begging people for money, probably the lowest thing I could do without selling myself to some fucked up perverts. I wasn’t about to stoop to that level. But yeah, a whole day passed and I got nothing, no money, no food, no anything. I went back to my hideout that night, weak, hungry, and barely able to walk. I remember crying. A lot of crying. That night I was just torn, I couldn’t handle the dreaded fear of not making it through the rest of the year. I was almost hopeless, but I clinged on to what little drive I had left to survive. But I’ll be honest. Without what little heat I had from the fire I made, I don’t think I would’ve woken up the next day… |
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