Dear Mom,
Merry Christmas! You’ve always helped me with your affable personality the entire year, and now I want you to derive something from me. I know dad, Santiago and I don’t help much at home, but you still maintain your special disposition even though I know you want to extricate from cleaning our disorder. You pervade laughter and happiness in the family. I want to change these prevalent disorders for you even though it’ll be difficult. You keep telling us, it even sounds as if you were entreating us, but we don’t pay attention to it. I just want the family to have a good time celebrating that Jesus was born, not wondering if they got their gifts of the long inventory they made for Christmas. I want us to have a serene family dinner, not in a rush. Don’t worrying about the presents, even though I am one of the people that do care about them but I try to don’t be so obvious. My parents surmise that my brother and I will be more patient each year and we will open the gifts gingerly, but it’s the opposite. To be concise I want to instill you my best wishes.
Sincerely,
Natalia Mesa
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