Valen's POV
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I'm sitting in a room filled with people that I barely know at a house that I've never been to before, in a Country that is not my own and my heart is aching painfully.
To say the traditions here are different is a vast understatement.
The sweltering summer heat at this time of year back home would have naturally had me gravitating to the pool for a morning swim first thing on Christmas morning.
Swim.
Shower.
Breakfast. Which I usually shared with the workers in the house along with their families. A tradition that Lucas started when I was eight years old because he couldn't stomach the thought of me being alone another year for the 'happy' holiday.
Gift opening for everyone, which is always a very rambunctious affair.
And finally spend the rest of the day house h
