Dia dhuit,

I have just read a tale by Oscar Wilde:"The selfish giant". He did not let the children play in his garden; the winter came but the spring did not arrive; until one day, he heard a birdie singing on a tree. The giant´s heart started beating again. He destroyed the wall of the garden. From that day on, the children played there. The giant felt remorsed and he made the change happen; he let happiness touch his heart again.

This Christmas I had time for me. I have been sincere to me and have also taken distance from the past. At once, I have seen how foolish and childish I have been to all the important people in my life. I would love to go back to the past and change so many things, but I cannot go back. Feeling sorry for me has been the most coward of all possible attitudes. What about the other ones? The ones I have mistreated? It is very difficult to accept that I have done that, but I have.

I hope you can forgive me. Maybe not today, but with the pass of the time.
I am sorry for all I have done to you.

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