It was almost Christmas and I was feeling a little down and out.
My best friend, Huilin, had just migrated to Canada and I was sad that we would not be able to spend time together like we did in the past.
She would always spend Christmas Day over at my house and we would have so much fun too.
But now, despite Christmas being a busy cleaning and cake baking season, I was bored at home, with little else to do.
I received a postcard from her just days after she left, with the pleasant news that she would return this Christmas to visit me.
I was so thrilled. I could not stop running around the house with
glee for a full half hour.
Then, a telephone call came for me two days later. It was Huilin calling from her new home in Canada.
She told me that she would be too busy settling down at her new home to return this Christmas.
My heart sank. While I was glad to hear her familiar voice over the telephone, I was saddened by the news.
I hung up trying not to let my disappointment show too much.
On Christmas Eve, my relatives and friends gathered at my place for a small dinner.
I heard a taxi drive up to the front door and someone alighting from it. I looked out of my window and to my great surprise, it was Huilin!
We greeted each other with a bear hug, ran inside the house and told each other stories about what happened since we last saw each other.