Christmas Spirit

Hello! My name is Lily. I’m 17 years old, and I’m a boarder at my school. The reason was that I lost my family in a traffic accident when I was just 2 years old. I know it’s sad, but don’t worry! I’ve already forgotten. I hope this will be the single most painful thing you’ve ever heard through this story. I don’t want drama either. But the way the story unfolds might change that a bit. So let me start.. It was morning. A letter had arrived in the room where I was staying. It had my name written on it. That’s why I didn’t tell anyone. The letter was saying.. ‘Hello my dear friends, family and Lily. You all know, but I’ll say it anyway. Christmas is approaching, and I want to invite you all to my house for this special night. I invite you to my house for exactly 7 days, that is, 1 week! Lily, my dear girl, oh I know you will be very surprised to see this! because you are also of my blood. I am your father. Your mother will be with us. We are immortal. I want to tell you this in more detail. After all, you are about to turn 18 and you have a right to know! For years, you felt sorry for us, you cried. But now that’s the end of it! Merry Christmas to you all. Whenever you tell me to take me to this letter, then you will be with us.’ was writing. I was very surprised. Should I tell anyone? I didn’t know. I just needed a few days to think. I understood the letter thing. I guess something magical was going on. I thought for 4 days. And I’ve come to a decision. I believe neither in Christmas nor in magic. But if someone claims to be my father and that my mother is alive, I think it’s pretty obvious that something magical is going on. Or it’s all a scam to extort money from me. Let me explain my decision then. I DECIDED TO GO! After all, I’ve never had an adventure in my life. I could not taste the feeling of mother and father. I always watched the other children and their smiling faces. What if it’s my real dad, what if magic is real, what if christmas is real? Considering all these possibilities, I honestly don’t think it will hurt me. By the way, at the top of the letter it was written that we could come in any outfit, and that the trolls would give us clothes. That’s a good thing, I don’t need to spend money. This adventure will be awesome! It’s morning. I left a note on my bed and informed both my friends and teachers that I would not be there for 7 days. I said those magic words directly to the letter. You won’t believe it, but it worked! I still can’t believe it actually. I was actually wearing a beautiful dress the moment I teleported there. The man claiming to be my father was accompanied by a woman. It was probably my mother too. They were living in a palace. The woman who said she was my mother walked up to me and opened the memory necklace my parents had given me. I honestly didn’t know it could be opened. And his own face really came out of it. I believed at that moment. But it could be magic. To test this, I asked something about myself that no one knew, but my mother knew. What was my favorite food? You won’t believe it, but he answered correctly. And at that moment, I truly believed with all my heart that that woman was my mother and that the man next to her was my father. They told me about the immortality thing they were talking about. I was also immortal because I had their blood. But I would only be able to see them for 7 days. I asked why and they didn’t say. I had to wait for 7 days. I spent 7 days full of fun with them.  we were on our last day. I got up from my bed and opened my window. When I looked out the window, the whole family was sitting around the table, eating on the one hand. They were eating and talking. Suddenly they all started to disappear. It was almost as if they had reverted to their gas form. I was so attached to them that I collapsed on the spot and started crying. I spent my childhood, which I couldn’t spend in 15 years, in 7 days. All of a sudden I got out of bed and everything looked the same. Including my note. It was the Christmas spirit. I felt. Those people were really my mom and dad. Indeed, 7 days had passed. The only change was that I was in the hospital room, not the dorm room. Turns out I was in a coma for 7 days. Although a month has passed since this incident, all the places that we visited together was have their scent. We still have memories in my heart and I will never forget. I owe a lot to Noel. For giving me back my 15 years. And I owe to you for reading this story. It helps me so much. Thanks for everything by the way. I hope I will see you guys next time when I write an English Blog. Bye for nooowww!