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Margaret's best Christmas. Margaret sat at the window sill as she watched Mike, her husband drive out of the garage downstairs. A tear dropped down her eye and she curled her lips to begin silent crying. Today was Christmas. It was supposed to be a day of happiness and laughter in gratitude to the birth of Jesus Christ. But Mike, who had suddenly become a jerk and a pain in the neck some weeks back was not making it possible for her to feel even the slightest spark of happiness or love. "Jesus, some years ago, about this time, you came to die for me so that I can be free from sin and so I won't have to die and go to hell. I'm happy you did that, Lord, I'm really very grateful. But why am I not feeling happy today? Mike is such a jerk and it's hell to be around him. How can I be happy?" She listened in the silence. "Love." Margaret thought she had not heard right. "The only way to be happy is to love him." She chuckl

Apart forever. Episode 2. "This is my house, Rhoda." She said innocently, painfully reminding me of an angel. "No. This is... This is a prison. A prison that has housed you long enough to tear our love apart and destroy the bond that used to be between us." She looked confused. "Rhoda, you want us to go on a vacation or visit our parents?" "No!" I shouted. "I don't care about those idiots! They're the reason I'm here today, to take us home." Rebecca looked alarmed. "Rhoda!" "I've come to put an end to this pain and confusion. To bring everything back to what it once was." She stood up, abruptly, as if sensing danger. Slowly, I reached for my gun and pointed it at her.  Her eyes flew wide open. "Rhoda, what are you doing?!" "Why Becky?" I said, my eyes glistening with tears." "Why what?" She said with her hands held up in helpless surrende

Apart forever. People were  once angels before they came to the world . As I wore my coat, I remembered mummy's words. They lived happily with God and without worries . I wore my watch. Everyone was everyone's friends. There was no partiality. I fastened my belt. They walked streets of gold with God by their sides. I slipped my feet in my shoes and did the laces. Their smiles and laughter were genuine. I slung my bag over my shoulder. There was no pain in their hearts. They were very light. Finished dressing, I paused and looked into the mirror. I had perfectly made up my face to look exactly like her... for the last time. "It's time to go home, Becky." I whispered to the mirror. "And we're going together." As I stepped out into the rain, a chill ran down my spine. It was cold. But what was colder, was the gun, underneath my clothing, at my side that pressed to my naked skin. "I don't care if you're