I don't belong here. I don't know if I belong anywhere. This is my Christmas.

What is Christmas? It is a loaf of bread to curb my hunger, maybe a cup of hot chocolate to warm my bones on this cold day, like so many days of my life. It is a smile, someone to talk to. Someone to care for me. I don't want your pity. I want your love. Love me as you would love yourself. Is that too much to ask for?