Plum Pudding
Tomasz Łaska ; 2090


Tomasz sat awake in bed, overcome with emotion that he could not verbalize. He was so grateful, overwhelmingly so. His new mums, they went out of their way to make the day special and his new siblings, they did the same. From saving him the seat at the middle of the table to the decadent array of Christmas treats. There wasn't one thing about this day that he wouldn't cherish for a lifetime to come.

The plum pudding was his favorite. They never had anything like it at the homes. There was this one time, someone had donated a Christmas feast, but by the time they laid it out, it had gone cold. The ham tasted of plastic and the cranberry sauce had become a hardened gelatin. Still, it had been one of the best days of his life.

But each day he spent with the Beryl-Nishigawa's was life altering. Nothing else could hope to compare. And today put every other day to shame.

It took all his efforts to fall asleep. As if closing his eyes meant leaving the most wonderful Christmas behind.