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Being Far Away For Christmas
Both sisters were born in Hungary to the same mother. They had different fathers. This story goes back many years. If I recall correctly, it was close to 25 years ago. Give or take a few years. This story covers two continents, two countries that are very far away from each other. The Christmas story also involves two sisters. One of the sisters is me. It was Christmas time. One of the sisters had moved to another country with her husband and young son. She was older by 18 years. I am the older sister. It was time to celebrate Christmas in Hungary. It was time to Celebrate Christmas in the United States as well. Christmas celebrations always included the whole family coming together and visiting each other on Christmas day. The two sisters lived together before the move happened.
The Tale of the Sacred Waters
Rollting has been thinking about the event coming up tonight all day. Even though Moonlight was talking to him continuously throughout the day, he could barely hear a word of what he said. He was distracted. He did not even pay attention to Fiona swimming around him with her beautiful bright orange and yellow colors. Normally, he would chase after her. Not today. Rollting had too much on his mind. He did not even stop by the front of the aquarium to show off his beautiful green and yellow colors to the school kids when they came by today. Normally he would be slowly swimming back and forth and hear the amazement from the children:
Today’s Tribute to the Rain
Rain, rain, come my way, do not wait another day. It’s been a very dry summer and fall until now. Finally, the rain has started to fall in the last few days, and I am very grateful for all the plants, that now finally they receive the water they needed to thrive.
Spotlight on Mental Health
Once you start on the round path just like in life you can either turn back or go all the way around. I like taking photographs of paths. It reminds me that there is always a road ahead, and there is always a path and a choice for us to make.