As my sister’s husband and 13-year-old son passed away in a tragic accident just two days before Christmas, her world shattered.
She begged me to cancel the big Christmas party I had planned for weeks.
I said to her gently, “I’m sorry, but I can’t let this ruin the holiday for everyone else.”
She said nothing, just looked at me with eyes full of pain. I believed that giving people joy was still important, even if we were hurting.
The night of the party, laughter filled the house, Christmas music played softly, and people enjoyed food and gifts.
My sister sat quietly in the corner, distant and pale, clutching her son’s old scarf.
I made efforts to involve her, but she only nodded faintly. I thought she just needed time. Then suddenly, a loud crash came from my sleeping baby’s room.
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