Immediately I saw this picture, it reminded me of an unforgettable experience I had in a December period like this. It's a true story that happened when I was 10 years old.
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[In my own understanding, i feel the boy in this picture is home alone and sad, and keeps looking through the window in expectation someone would come around]
My story that explains the feeling in the image above.
The jingle bells song from the Catholic church near our house woke me up. I was enjoying my sweet sleep. The continuous and sweet melody of the Christmas song being played in the Catholic church made me realize it was 8:00 am on a Christmas morning already.
I woke up with a big smile on my face. The love I have for Christmas is so special.
I rose from the bed, Said my prayers, and went to the living room.
No one was in the living room. I knew my parents wouldn't be around as they had told us they had somewhere to go on Christmas morning.
But where are my siblings?
I went out searching for them, but I still couldn't find them.
The world will be celebrating Christmas today and here I am all alone in the house. Being alone isn't a problem for me, but being alone during Christmas is great pain in my heart.
Where did my siblings go? Mum and dad mustn't hear that my siblings left me (the last born) all alone in the house. In my mind, I was already preparing my report speech to my mum when she comes back.
I came back in, sat on the couch, switched on the TV, immediately I pressed the remote to change the channel, the power went off. Oh My God, I was starting to get scared. What would I do? Nobody to keep my company. The television that could have kept my company couldn't work without a power supply.
Why would they leave a 10-year-old boy alone? At that time my eyes were filled with tears already.
Then suddenly, a biscuit fell from the ceiling. I was surprised, so manner still falls from heaven I thought. I took the biscuit and ate it. A few minutes later. Then a peanut fell again, I was happy because I liked peanuts then. I took it immediately and ate it. But why will God send just a peanut? While I was still reasoning about that, then the whole sachet of peanut fell. Wow! it was so amazing, that I forgot I was home alone and started enjoying the manner from above.
I ate the peanut and waited steadily for another food to fall. I believed God knew I was alone and hungry that was why he sent the biscuits and peanut to me, without knowing the 10-year-old me was being fooled by my siblings who were hiding behind the chairs.
Taadaaaa!!! They scared me from behind. I was frightened and they all burst into laughter. Why are y'all laughing? "I asked"
My sister then told me of how they've been watching me from behind the chair. I told them of the gifts that fell from heaven. They laughed one again, this time the laugher was long. I don't know when I joined them laughing.
What's wrong? "I asked"
Then She said they were the ones throwing it up. She showed me the remaining ones left to confirm their prank.
I do laugh whenever I remember that experience, I feel like a fool because how is it possible for biscuits fall through a closed ceiling.
But I believe it was a December to remember, just like I'm writing about it now. That experience will forever be in my memory.
Mum and dad came back and I told them how I was fooled, they laughed at me as well.
That alone wasn't what made my Christmas fun that year. My dream came through as well. Dad came back with a little Tecno phone and gave me as a Christmas gift. I was overwhelmed and grateful.
I went to the street to show my friends my phone. That year I didn't buy any knockout. They gave it to me in exchange for a minute holding my phone.
To be very honest, that Christmas is one of the best I ever had.
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