A Christmas Tale

The Bubbles
It was one of our favorite times to spend when we were young. The feeling that I had was unreal. Am I really here? This question followed me through the different event sequences that would unfold in my journey.
I held my sister’s hand while skipping towards the bathroom, a flashback awakened my soul. It was a day that would accompany me forever for at this door, I received the good news, it was at this door that I heard the voice of my grandmother scream of joy as she came to know that her daughter was pregnant again. I remember being overwhelmed with questions and ideas: ‘Will I finally have a small sister / brother? Will I finally have someone to play with, laugh with, and misbehave with.?’ And now, from where I stood, I could see her in front of me, 25 years later, and it still feels like nothing changed. We were finally back to the point where it all started.
I was brought back by the smile of my sister reflected in the mirror in front of me as she reached out for the candle and brought it closer. It was the candle that my grandfather, ten years ago, gave us for Christmas. This scent, that form and its vibrant color brought back memories of him and of his soul that is forever present with us.


It was at that point that we heard the sound of a car pulling up to the driveway and footsteps. How was that possible? She must be early. We both screamed’ she is here she is here ‘as we ran outside.
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