I Was Alone At Christmas ｜ Learn English Through Stories B1 ｜ Story In English

I sat in my old car. The car was cold. I held a white box on my lap. The box was warm. Inside were cinnamon rolls. I made them this morning. The smell was sweet and warm. It was the smell of home. It was the smell of better days. I looked at the box. The cinnamon rolls

were still warm. I hoped they could fix things. I hoped my mother liked them. She always liked my cinnamon rolls before. My name is Maya. I work at a hospital. I am an HR manager. That means I help people with their problems at work. I help them talk to each other. I help

them fix fights, but I could not help myself. I could not fix my own problems. On Thanksgiving, I had a big fight with my mother. We said bad things. We were angry. I left her house. I cried in my car. I did not call her for weeks. Now, it was Christmas Eve. I wanted to say sorry. I

wanted to come home. I drove from the city to Ohio. The roads were quiet. Snow was everywhere. The fields were white. The sky was dark. My car moved slowly on the icy road. I had a letter in my coat pocket. I wrote it by hand. I wrote dear mom at the top. I said sorry many times in the letter. I

told her I loved her. I told her I wanted to be a family again. The drive took 3 hours. I listened to Christmas songs on the radio. I sang a little. I was nervous. I reached my mother's street at 8:00. The houses had Christmas lights, red, green, and white lights blinked everywhere. My mother's house was at the end of the

street. I parked my car near the house. I looked at the house. The windows were bright. I saw the Christmas tree inside. The tree had gold and silver balls. The lights on the tree blinked and sparkled. The tree looked beautiful. It looked perfect. I took the box of cinnamon rolls. I took the letter from my pocket.