I was cleaning the table at home when the envelope accidentally fell onto the floor.
It opened.
I bent down to close it again.
Then my eyes caught the first sentence.
“Dear Santa, this year I don’t need any toys…”
I don’t know why, but I kept reading.
And when I reached the next lines, my hands began to shake.
I sat down right there on the kitchen floor.
Because my son had asked for something that, years earlier, only his father and I had ever talked about.
And for the first time, I understood that I no longer had the right to waste even one more day.
The story takes an even more unexpected turn from here. You can read Part 2 through the link in the comments 👇‼️
The letter said:
“Dear Santa, this year I don’t need any toys. I already have enough things.
I only want one thing.