Behind Closed Door

She reclined to herself.  "It's Christmas.  Be happy and smile."  She wiped away tears, which wet her eyes unceasingly.  "Courage; take courage."  She breathed deep, inhaling the fragrance of mixed odor and perfumes into her lungs.  Her red eyes now glued to the door.  

  

Welling up courage, she opened, walked to the sink and washed her tears away.  She looked up the mirror; her face drenched.  "He was denied, rejected and abandoned."  "Father...," she cried softly.   

"I know."  He wiped the sorrows with his bare, nailed hands.