Twinkling, like tiny stars in the night sky at which Cindy stared so many times through the slats of her blinds. Alone. Wishing. Hoping. Each year brought plenty of lavish decorations. Next would be elaborate garlands of berries and holly, pine and cone, always belonging together in embrace round the length of the bannister. Belonging together… If only her home were filled with the warmth of even one of those bulbs, she would feel a reason to celebrate.
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