ANTARTECES
I noticed this type of butterfly mark on the back of my neck. Perhaps it's my unlucky birthmark that keeps me going down that path. Perhaps this is the mark a god gave me to remind himself that I shouldn't be receiving such a blessing and even a miracle.I winced in pain but managed to smile despite the fact that I was alone in the room. It's almost Christmas Eve, and yet here I am, flashing me with this celebration and reminding me for the next twenty-four hours that I am not a child of God. I can hear Christmas carols and sings, and the chimneys of every house are smoking. I'm sure they're enjoying their roast chicken and drinks right now. Talking to each other, bonding, singing, eating, telling jokes and the last part will be exchanging of gifts.When I was younger, I remember
