The Puppy

Christmas morning

I wasn't expecting anything good

Poor people don't have real christmases

I go downstairs

My mother is grinning

More than usual

My brother brings out a box

I hear rustling

I open the lid

Turn to look at my mother

And cry

Overwhelmed with joy

My mother gives me a hug, and laughs

This is what I had always longed for

''Stop crying'' She said

''I can't''

''Why''

She didn't hear the last sentence

Even if she did, she wouldn't understand

I couldn't stop crying

Because I was finally not alone.