Keep Your Merry Christmas to Yourself
It morphed into anxiety, fear, self-doubt, and countless sleepless nights.
I looked at my cold, swollen fingers, then slowly asked, "Ivano, did you have a happy Christmas?"
Caught off guard by my response, the other end of the line went quiet.
All the lectures he'd planned were suddenly stuck in his throat.
Smiling, I said softly, "I had a happy Christmas too because I discovered a secret. The comment I wrote wasn't meant to mock you. I genuinely wish all of you well."
Without hesitation, I hung up.
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