My favorite holiday memory is probably back in 2017 or 2018. It was just a year after my father left us, and I know, even though my mother don’t show it, that she’s still hurting very much. So, as the eldest child, and still jobless that time since I was still in high school, I asked my three younger sisters-we’re all girls by the way, to help me save up money so we could cook something, something simple, for Christmas. I didn’t say the reason why. I just asked them to save up money because truth be told, as someone who’s never expressed my true feelings it is embarrassing to say that we’re doing that for our mother(only doing it here because you don’t know me). So yeah, we did save up, it was barely enough for one small dish, but on Christmas day, me and my sisters cooked something for our mother, and even though she only ate a few bites and made us eat it all, the smile he had that day and that shine in her eyes? God, I’ll never forget that Christmas. It’s not a memory that brings a happy smile to my face every time I remember it, but I don't know, out of all the happy Christmas days we've spent together with our family, with my cousins that I grew up with and with our aunts that basically helped raised us-all from my mother’s side, of course... that memory of our first Christmas without my father was by far my favorite.