By Sham (my daughter – 8 years old)
Ten years ago, I was …..
Well, life was more beautiful and much easier.
Things have changed!
I don’t believe that you’ll visit me to give me toys. Our house doesn’t have a chimney nor can our roof tolerate the weight of your reindeers. I also can’t write you. We don’t have socks without any hole to put my letter in there.
I don’t know if it’s suitable or late for me to write this and to remind Ally of her lost son. So, I totally apologize if this wasn’t appropriate…
Our friend, Ally, might appreciate supportive words and/or prayers from us – see her post please:
Our prayers, thoughts, and support are always with with you, Ally
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. Hope the new year would be full of happiness, love, peace, warmth, health, and success for all of you and your families & beloved ones.
My daughter “Sham”, eight years old, read my other post “Scary Night”. She liked it a lot and was so amused by it… Today, she came excited with an idea, “Dad, I want you to share my own story with your friends”. She meant my WordPress friends. Since she had shown some special skills in composing stories, I’m here publishing her own story without any alteration – her own English words and style.
P.S., Sham in Arabic slang means Damascus (the capital of Syria)