As I stepped into the bathroom, contemplating the absurd idea of washing my hair in the toilet, my eyes caught sight of Sandy in the corridor. Curiosity sparked within her as she approached, her gaze fixed on my disheveled locks."Sandy!" I exclaimed, feigning nonchalance as she closed in. "Fancy meeting you here."A knowing smile formed on her face as she inquired, "So, Daisy is the culprit behind this catastrophe, hm?"I hesitated, trying to formulate a lie, but Sandy saw right through my feeble attempt. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she assured me, "Don't worry, my friend. Revenge is in order."My pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as she vowed to take matters into her own hands. Despondent, I resigned myself to the inevitable. With a heavy sigh, I made my way back to the bathroom to salvage what little remained of my dignity.Upon my return in the living room, I discreetly positioned myself behind a nearby curtain, hoping to observe Sandy's impending retaliation. As I eaves

little-angel POV As I woke up and peeked outside, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the snow-covered scenery. Winter had arrived in all its glory. Sandy, my energetic little one, burst out of the house dressed warmly, accompanied by her playful pup, Coco. "Wow, look at all this snow! It's like a winter wonderland! Christmas is just around the corner!" Sandy exclaimed with excitement in her voice.Confused about her reference to Christmas, I shrugged it off and joined Sandy and Coco outside. Just as I stepped out, I noticed Christopher, rushing out of the gardener's hut and grabbing a shovel."Christopher, what are you doing?" Sandy asked curiously.He looked up, slightly frustrated, and motioned towards his car. "I left my precious car out, and now it's covered in snow! I regret not parking it in the garage."I couldn't help but chuckle at his distressed expression.When Christopher turned and saw me, he called out with an arrogant tone, "Hey, come over here and help me!"Wi

"Your question was completely absurd. How could someone not know about Christmas? Or Santa Claus? Or the Advent Calendar? It is mind-boggling. I mean, Christmas iss everywhere – in movies, in songs, in advertisements. How could you not have come across any of it?"Feeling embarrassed, I responded, "I'm sorry, I really don't know. Can you please tell me?"Sandy looked at me suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "Are you serious? You've never heard of Christmas or Santa Claus or anything?"I fidgeted with my hands nervously, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. "Well, I mean, I've heard people talking about them, but I never really knew what they were talking about, you know?"Sandy didn't seem convinced. I could see the disbelief written all over her face. It was like she felt I was hiding something. I had to make her trust me somehow. "I promise, Sandy. I'm not lying. One day, I'll explain why there are so many things I don't know."She fell silent for a few moments, her brow

Once inside the burning building, the flames danced mercilessly around me as I heard the piercing cries of a baby coming from above. Desperation fueled my every step as I raced up the stairs, every fiber of my being urging me to reach the child. But as I approached the third floor, the smoke thickened, suffocating me, while the searing heat threatened to consume me entirely.Coughing and gasping for breath, I arrived at the charred remains of the staircase, now collapsed and blocking my path. Panic surged through my veins, as realization hit me that I was trapped, cut off from the source of the baby's cries. My mind raced, searching for a solution, but my options were dwindling like the flames devouring the foundation of the building.Yet, as if the flames themselves sense my despair, the anguished cries of the baby resumed, louder, more desperate than before. With renewed determination, I made a decision that tore at my very being. I would break the promise I made to myself, to no lo

Sandy burst into my hospital room, calling my name with such excitement that I could feel myself grinning before I even saw her face. She pushed Christopher aside and ran towards me, jumping onto my bed and hugging me tight."I missed you so much, Angie!" Sandy exclaimed, using the nickname she had given me. "Sandy, why are you calling me Angie?" I asked curiouslyShe beamed at me, her eyes shining with joy. "I missed you so much, Angie, that I decided to give you a nickname. It feels more personal and It sounds more fitting for my best friend."I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me at her words. "It's only been 10 hours, we see each other, Sandy. How could you miss me that much already?"Her laughter filled the room as she embraced me tightly. However, the force of her hug caused me to cry out in pain, my wounds throbbing beneath her touch. She immediately let go and apologized profusely. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Angie!" Sandy exclaimed, hastily pulling away. "I didn'