For the past years I have felt immense sadness everytime Christmas is celebrated, but right now, the sadness has doubled. This is probably the gloomiest Christmas for me. I have been silently crying for the past few days, secluding myself inside my room to ponder on things that I'm supposed to do.

"Olive! You've been zoning out since earlier. Is there a problem, dear?"

I looked at Atlas' mom. She was beside me and was very busy. We are both busy doing our Noche Buena for later. She was chopping the meat while I was cutting some veggies. Atlas' mom seemed very happy that I felt guilty for feeling this...