Letter 💌

Hi Santa,

how are you today?

I want to go to Norway —

where winters are cold

and the sky burns green at night.

But my mother says: stay.

Stay here,

in a place that feels smaller every day.

I would come to your village

just to ask for one thing —

health.

But do I need it

if even my own family

knows how to hurt me?

I bought myself a synthesizer.

Saved the money.

Bought a speaker too.

Now I fill the room with sound

so it doesn’t echo

with silence.

I read books.

I walk in sportswear

like I’m going somewhere.

In my dreams,

my father buys me two dresses

and a pair of shoes.

In my dreams,

he chooses me.

But when I wake up,

he lives only there.

My mother keeps the distance

like a rule no one explains.

And sometimes

it feels like love

is just another story

people tell

to make you stay.