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"No, no, no!" I sat down at my phone, empty bars. I flop into the couch below me defeatedly. I should've know this would happen; I live in Lykthosis for god's sake. Snowstorms are supposed to be just another regular Thursday for us. What they weren't supposed to do, though, was cut off the electricity, A/C, and my internet connection. The only things keeping me sane on this tiny winter island. Luckily, I was prepared, using my phone's light, I found a candle to light up then turned off my phone.

I creaked through the empty house I called mine. I passed my parents' bedroom, their bed neatly made (as always). The walls the same French Vanilla color as the day we bought the house, nearly ten years ago. By the corner were two desks, each had three stacks of paper; one in the middle, one at the left side, and one at the right. With each desk was a chair, one of those comfy office ones, that didn't kill your back when you sat down for a long time. The room was missing one thing though, the travel bags my parents used for over the seas deals. I'm ashamed to say, I didn't even notice that the bags were gone; it was such a normal sight without the bags that it was more of a shock when they were there. I brightened up when I remembered that today made it exactly one week before Christmas Eve. They were always back before Christmas, I left for my room hoping to find something interesting to do. My brother's room was positioned right across from my room, I walked past it and entered my room.

Soon enough curiosity got the better of me and I checked it out, and I'll say it hasn't changed since he left for college. The music posters were still up there, his autographed copy of Duke Maxwell's 'From Waitress to Queen: The Love Story of Braisly Gail and Harry Jackson' sat neatly on a shelf that it had to itself. Usually I'd make fun of him for reading a Romance book but let's be honest; everyone in Lykthosis owns at least one copy. Even I have one, I've read it so many times that I could practically recite it by memory. All his ugly Christmas sweaters sat on a heap on the floor. I went through the pile when I found the one I had hand-made from him. Rude. I left and reentered my room, I smiled at the familiarity around me. It wasn't long before I slept, too bored to do anything else.

-X-X-X-

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and took in the sight of the new blanket of snow covering the ground. The smell of pancakes hit my nose and I raced downstairs. A red-headed lady and a tall ginger-haired man stood in pajamas making pancakes.

"No way Jem, my pancakes a much better than your blobs," the lady told the man, pointing a finger to the man's stack of pancakes.

"Nope, that's just wishful thinking. I am obviously the better cook," the man replied, smugly gesturing to his own pancakes that were chocolate filled.

"Mommy! Daddy!" I yelled rushing towards them. The pulled me in a tight hug and planted a kiss on my forehead. When I pulled away my mother immediately started fussing over me, I playfully rolled my eyes and pouted at my dad wanting him to make her stop.

"No can do, kiddo," he said, stiffing a laugh. I glared at him hoping my eyes sent the message; it's not funny. "How are you guys back so soon, you're usually away till the Eve of Christmas Eve."

My parents averted their gaze, "We weren't planning to come back for Christmas, boss wanted us over the sea for something and extended our trip time."

I stood shocked. "But then we heard of the snow storm and with Daniel so far away, we persuaded him to let's come back to check on you."

I didn't know what to say. If it hadn't been for the snowstorm, I may not have been able to see my parents for Christmas this year. If the snowstorm didn't happen, I would be spending my Christmas with my brother only. It's not a bad thing, but still. I threw my arms around my parents and hugged them once again.

Maybe this snowstorm was a Christmas miracle in disguise.