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As I stared out of a large single window the light was dying slowly in a great gleam without colour, framed rigidly in the gathering shades of the room.

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Katie O`Hara As I stared out of a large single window the light was dying slowly in a great gleam without colour, framed rigidly in the gathering shades of the room. I was staring at hard at a leaf, dangling from a twig, its stalk torn across by the wind. Only the green tough skin of the stalk, held suspended. As the leaf reminded me, I would never see the green trees shed there leaves again and nor could I once again be a part of the tree. In the distance I can see the evergreens bent from a hard night of snow, there branches glistening in the twilight sky. A cold wind howls in the distance rattling against my window, winter used to bring hope, where we used to spent hours around the warmth of the fire, now winter brings solitude and once again I am reminded that I may never see the freshly fallen snow under a fall moon or the children laugh as they make a snowman as I once did. ...read more.


The next day we awoke to find the presents bulging from our sacks that we had carefully placed out on our beds the night before. We hurried and began ripping the paper from our presents. Paper flying everywhere. When my sister, who happens to be a size 14 rugby player received a size 8 thong, we were all a bit surprised to say the least, we were bursting with laughter when Mum and Dad stormed in to find my sister parading around the room with a pink thong on top of her pyjamas, no one had to even try and guess what had happened. Once Mum had finally convinced drunk Dad to wrap up the presents he had only got my two sisters stockings mixed up! Why was no one surprised? As mum and dad argued crunching over the screwed up wrapping paper, that covered the whole of the carpet floor, a typical Christmas at our house full of laughter and fun. Its ironic, after spending years with my family, including numerous birthdays, Christmases and special occasions that I find myself alone, without anyone, confined to this cramped small room, with a small single bed, a single drawer and this window, the window which I stare out of everyday. ...read more.


He interrupted the sombre silence, he moved slowly from behind, into the side of the deep shadow of the couch, he appeared tall against the low ceiling of the room and dressed from head to toe in white he looked ghostly and gaunt. He reminded me off my first visit here in the summer, since then my visits have become more frequent and needed, and resulted in my residence here in late autumn. The winter my favourite season bought further detonation to my condition and now as I'm close to the end, alone, isolated and without the support I need from my family, whom I drove away along time ago. I face the final hours to my long-term battle with cancer. As I get up of the couch and climb into my bed, with the help of the gaunt looking nurse I know that this may be the last time I stare solemnly to the wonders of winter, and the work of god. Although I know I face a difficult and troublesome journey ahead, a winter's night has come and gone but lives with us all. ...read more.

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