Ava put her cell phone down, and joined Maria and Alfred in the terrace of their beautiful home.
It was Christmas.
The air was mist, and crisp. Music and lights buzzed from the corners of their estate, they could hear bells jingle from the colorful wreaths, hung on the doors, and railings in the homestead of neighbors.
Her life was complete—except for her freedom.
This was their first Christmas far away from home—the best they've had so far.
Alfred was hale.
He was very hearty, and his recovery was so quick, it dazed the Doctors. He could walk more steadily, breathe better, and fed pretty well.
Ava puffed some fog air through her nostrils. Her joy was full. This year she was free from anxiety, over her son's health. It was such a blessing to see him live a life free from pain, and seizures. He could now go back to school, and play football, as often as he wanted.
