As the holiday season approached, I knew I had to find a way to make Maya feel the warmth and belonging she had been denied. The hurt from the wedding still lingered, like a stubborn shadow on a sunny day, but I was determined to cast it aside and replace it with something brighter. I began planning a Christmas celebration that would redefine family for us—one where Maya would be at the heart of everything.
Instead of our usual trek to my sister’s house for Christmas, I decided to host a gathering at our home. I spent weeks transforming our living room into a winter wonderland, with twinkling lights draped across the ceiling and a tree that shimmered with ornaments, each one handpicked by Maya. She threw herself into the preparations, her initial disappointment giving way to a newfound excitement. We baked cookies together, filling the house with the sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Maya even took charge of designing the Christmas cards, crafting each one with love and care, her artistic flair evident in every brushstroke.
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