the christmas season. lights turn on. laughter returns. and the spirit of hope is reborn. it was like a new awakening for everyone, a warm feeling that embraced every home and brought enthusiasm to the children. but for bangchan it was nothing more than a cruel memory, that an insignificant time, like any other. a pain that took time to heal if he did it alone. although deep inside him, he died of envy and helplessness for not getting the same.