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    Newton Christmas Essay

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    The narrator reminisces about a childhood Christmas memory while looking out the window at falling snow. As a child, the narrator was lost in a park and spent years in an orphanage, dreaming every night of being reunited with their mother. On Christmas Eve while daydreaming, the narrator dreams of being found by their mother and siblings. The narrator wakes to find the dream was not real, but their mother embraces them, fulfilling the gift the narrator longed for in their dream.

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    Newton Christmas Essay

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    The narrator reminisces about a childhood Christmas memory while looking out the window at falling snow. As a child, the narrator was lost in a park and spent years in an orphanage, dreaming every night of being reunited with their mother. On Christmas Eve while daydreaming, the narrator dreams of being found by their mother and siblings. The narrator wakes to find the dream was not real, but their mother embraces them, fulfilling the gift the narrator longed for in their dream.

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    The narrator reminisces about a childhood Christmas memory while looking out the window at falling snow. As a child, the narrator was lost in a park and spent years in an orphanage, dreaming every night of being reunited with their mother. On Christmas Eve while daydreaming, the narrator dreams of being found by their mother and siblings. The narrator wakes to find the dream was not real, but their mother embraces them, fulfilling the gift the narrator longed for in their dream.

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    Newton Christmas Essay

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    Jt Soriano
    The narrator reminisces about a childhood Christmas memory while looking out the window at falling snow. As a child, the narrator was lost in a park and spent years in an orphanage, dreaming every night of being reunited with their mother. On Christmas Eve while daydreaming, the narrator dreams of being found by their mother and siblings. The narrator wakes to find the dream was not real, but their mother embraces them, fulfilling the gift the narrator longed for in their dream.

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    Snow was falling when I peeped through our wide window covered with mist. It’s Christmas eve.

    My
    parents were busy preparing our meal and my siblings were roaming around playing hide and seek. I
    didn’t know why I was feeling melancholic that night. Perhaps, the season just gave me nostalgia. It’s the
    first Christmas I celebrated with them.

    My mom lost me in a park when I was six. The memory of it was never erased in my mind. I was shivering
    with fear while whispering my mom’s name hoping that she might hear it. Clouds suddenly covered the
    sun and it rained. I was soaking wet when an old lady approached me and asked if I was lost. She kindly
    brought me to the police station and told the officers what happened. Hope was the only thing I held on
    that afternoon. I never imagined it would happen to me believing that a scene like that only exists in
    movies.

    I waited until stars shone in the night sky. I cried until there were no tears left. A thought lingered in my
    mind. What if my mom purposely left me astray because in the first place she never wanted me. I was just
    a fruit of a nightmare.

    An orphanage opened its doors for me and the years went by.

    One day, I woke up from the sound of an alarm I never heard of. Then, voices started to occupy the
    silence of the early morning. Sister Marie, our headlady, told me some visitors were expecting me at the
    lobby. I immediately fixed myself and went downstairs.

    The sight of a familiar face sent me chills. It was my mom and with her, a tall guy and two children
    dressed neatly in blue. It was the day I patiently prayed for in the mornings when I woke up and nights
    before I went to sleep. I bid farewell to my small but decent room which acted as my refuge throughout
    the years of waiting.

    I found myself daydreaming when Earl, my youngest sibling, accidentally bumped into me. I shook my
    hands and let out a deep sigh. When I turned around, I saw my mom walking toward me. We talked for a
    while. It’s been years since I heard her voice so near to my ears. The songs she sang for me played in
    my mind. I missed my mom. She was about to hug me when-

    “Jay, wake up... It’s Christmas…” It was my mom seated on the edge of my bed. I didn’t realize it was all
    a dream. But then I remembered something. A gift. A gift my mom was supposed to give me in my dream.
    I didn’t know what it was not until my mom carefully opened her arms and with the warmth of her love,
    she embraced me.

    A tear fell from my eyes. That night I was convinced that dreams really do come true.

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