Her Last Christmas

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Mia stepped outside of The Plaza, pulling the sash on her winter coat tighter, as if that would actually protect her from the brutal cold of New York City. She stood on the sidewalk for a few moments, taking in the sights and smells.

She reached into her bag and pulled out the list and a pen. She crossed off number five, Christmas in NYC. It was the last major thing on her list. All that was left were little things, like strike up a conversation with a stranger and order dessert first at a restaurant.

But the first task today was to see the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. She put the list and pen back in her purse and headed that way, remembering the directions the concierge gave her. Mia was a bit self conscious about being on this trip alone, even though that was her choice. She was hoping to blend in and not look like a tourist. She wasn’t even going to take any pictures with her phone. There was no point.

Mia made it there in just a few minutes. The tree was absolutely beautiful, and for a few moments, she actually had hope for the first time in a long time. Not hope for herself, but hope for her loved ones. Mia had the easy part. Her family and friends would be left to deal with the aftermath.

Mia wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there staring at the Christmas tree. The newly falling snowflakes woke her from the trance she was in. She turned to walk away but looked back at the tree one more time, the lights now just a colorful blur through her tears.

The last Christmas she would have was going to be a white New York Christmas.

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