Every Christmas, I set one extra plate on the table.
No one asks why. I just do.
Years ago, someone very close to me walked out of my life after a small argument that grew into a long silence. Days turned into years. Pride kept us apart, but hope never left me.
So every Christmas Eve, while the lights glow and carols play softly, I prepare one more meal. Not because I expect a knock at the door—but because love doesn’t stop waiting.
Last Christmas, as I sat alone, my phone buzzed. One message. Just two words:
“Are you awake?”
That extra plate suddenly meant everything.
Christmas didn’t change the past. It changed the future. 🎄❤️
Stake: Blinc555