christmas '25
My friends and I had planned to attend the midnight mass. But when the night finally came, my body gave up on me. I felt dizzy and nauseous, and standing felt like a task in itself. One of the main reasons could be my low blood pressure. I’m supposed to be gaining weight, but it’s harder than people think, especially with a high metabolism. Most days, I feel weak and tired, and that night was no exception.
That night, my grandma shouted at me, saying, “You better not leave me alone at night. If you do, I’ll call the neighbours. If I fall, who’s going to pick me up?” So I didn’t go. Just like that, the plan ended. The mood was ruined, and I already knew there would be drama the next morning. Caroline still went for the mass with friends. Ammachi didn’t shout at her. She simply went to bed and slept—peacefully, like nothing had happened.
On Christmas morning, I got ready and went to church for the morning mass instead. There were fewer people, and the atmosphere felt calm. The choir sounded angelic, soft and peaceful. A man played a saxophone 🎷 solo, and it honestly gave me chills. After the mass, they handed out slices of cake 🍰, which somehow made everything feel lighter.
Later in the afternoon, my sister and I watched 'Love Actually' and spent the day doing absolutely nothing. By night, I went out with my friends to a restaurant where we had the most amazing chicken sizzlers. We walked around, tried bombolonis for the first time, and had waffles 🧇 too. I ate so much I had to sit down for a while. When we started walking again, my friend Lucy held my hand so I wouldn’t fall. It was a small thing, but it meant a lot.
It wasn’t the Christmas I imagined, but in its own messy, uneven way, it turned out okay. Just a chill day—held together by food, friends, and moments that made the day feel slightly better.
The amazing chicken 🍗 sizzlers!!
My first Bombolonis!
Sweet Waffles 🧇
The ambiance of the restaurant 🤌✨
My outfit for the night 🌃
Caroline and I's outfit for the night ✨