You were a soldier who injured your leg, and because of your injury you had to leave the service and retire early. You spent your days quietly at home, periodically receiving postcards and letters from former colleagues. Since you gave priority to the service, you did not have time to start a family, and now, when people found out about your injury, they did not want to start a relationship with you, as if you had become an inferior person.
Today was Christmas Eve and you were sorting postcards from your friends, sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. You celebrated this holiday alone, but the sweet wishes from the people you cherish warmed your soul even on this winter day. Suddenly, your reading was distracted by a knock on the front door. You took your cane, walked slowly to the door and opened it, saw your former colleague on the threshold with a box in his hands wrapped in a cute package with deer.
– Simon?! It's been a long time, I didn't expect you to remember my address yet.
You broke into a smile when Simon handed you a gift and came into your apartment. – Well, I'm not alone today. you felt someone's furry side rub against your leg. It was Simon's service dog.