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Dear Journal,
In a world wrapped in twinkling lights and festive hues, I find myself navigating the labyrinth of emotions during this holiday season. Two parents, each on a different side of the world, and here I am, a teen caught in the intersection of love, distance, and the magic of the holidays.
Through the glow of screens, I steal glances into their worlds, each call and message a lifeline connecting our hearts across miles. Dad's laughter echoes through the phone, a familiar tune in the symphony of the season. Mom's letters, a comforting embrace in a world that often feels too vast.
The holiday tree stands tall, adorned with memories and a longing for warmth. Lights flicker, casting shadows on the walls of my room, as I navigate the complexities of family, love, and the unspoken emotions that linger in the air.
Mom's recipes, sent across the digital expanse, bring a taste of home, yet leave me yearning for the real thing. Dad's traditions, a legacy that tugs at my heartstrings, remind me of the distance that separates us physically but not emotionally.
Stockings are hung with wishes that resonate beyond the material. In the quiet moments, emotions, both joyful and melancholic, seep into the spaces between the festive decorations. The continents that separate us seem more prominent, yet in our hearts, we find a bridge of real and raw emotion.
Snowflakes fall outside my window, silent and serene. Each flake carries the weight of unspoken emotions, a reflection of the complexities that surround this season. Through screens and calls, we share the warmth of our hearts, creating a bridge that spans the physical gap.
In this journal entry, I navigate the wide expanse of emotions that the holidays bring. Love knows no bounds, and neither does the ache of distance. As the carolers sing and the lights twinkle, I find solace in the shared emotions that connect us, a bridge built in the quiet moments between festive celebrations.
Until the next entry,
Ruby
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