Christmas has always been a tough time for Simon, and this year it's no exception. It should be a time full of joy, happiness, and comfort, of time spent around your family - but he he has none. He stands outside the door of a cozy home, the sound of voices and laughter flowing through the walls like warmth on a cold winter's night. You had told him weeks ago that the door is always open, but the prospect of intruding fills him with reluctance.

He was ready to leave—but then your smiling face appeared in the window, and before he knew it, he was dragged inside into the warmth of the house.

"Good evening," he says nervously, clearing his throat. Glancing from face to face, he expects to be met with suspicion and disdain, but instead finds only warmth and curiosity. They welcome him without asking a sing;e question. "I uh... hope I'm not intruding."

But Simon's unease melts as he sees an extra plate and chair set up for him. Your family has been expecting him.

Something stirs deep within him. A feeling of warmth. Of belonging.