November quickly became December before Chang knew it .
As time passed it felt like she was stuck in an hourglass watching as the last of the sand was pouring over her head, smothering her .
Everyday she went through the motions of living, wearing a mask through the day until she reached the night when she would cry in her pillow quietly until she slept . Though sleep always came in bursts, nightmares featuring Liang Ju-Long and her kidnappers plagued her constantly, but now there was no Jian to comfort her, so she learned to to cope .
Li Hua was sitting behind her, in her cushioned electric wheelchair, watching as she decorated their Christmas tree with a sad look in her eyes .
It had always been their tradition to style it up together and hang the bright cheery lights as a family, but now there was only Chang to do it, Li Hua could only spectate now, and Hénri was gone .
The silence as she worked felt a little stifling, at one time the house had been a place of joy filled with the sounds of laughter and music, now it was cold and silent most of the time .
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Chang was unaware of this trying to lose herself in the monotonous task and bring a little Christmas joy to their house for her mom's last one . She pulled out every box that her father had labeled, decorating every inch of the house and especially adorning the tree .
"Xiao, Xie, will you put on a song please . " Li Hua was unable to bear the silence any more, and asked for some music . She was glad Chang could still understand her words as it had sounded more like "Hao Hie, whill yhew pud ahn sohng puhlee" with her deteriorating speech .
"Of course mom, do you want some Christmas music from the radio or one of the records?" Chang got down from the ladder, and turned with a radiant smile on her face .
"Will you put on one of the records please, some Al Green, he was always one of your father's favorites . "
Chang's smile faltered for only a moment before it came back in full force . "Of course, give me a moment . "
Chang rifled through the alphabetical collection of records her father had collected and grabbed the first with the desired name . There were several baskets, as her father had loved music and to dance .
Every Friday night Chang from as young as she could remember she could remember them putting on records and dancing together late into the night, holding each other close . When she was a little girl she had dreamed about finding a man like that, who would hold her close and dance through the night with her .
As Chang walked back in she vaguely heard the song that came on .
"Call me .
"Oh .
"Call me .
"Oh what a beautiful time
"We had together .
"Now it's getting late and we must
"Leave each other .
"Just remember that time we had . . "
Chang stumbled as the words hit her, and fell down to her knees . Li Hua came into the room hearing the commotion to see Chang kneeling there, her eyes wide as her tears fell like large pearls from her eyes .
"Even though he was always so busy, and we didn't really know each other at first, he always made time for me . I told him once about how you and dad used to dance through the night . The next night he set up some music and danced with me, even though I'm not really good .
"I stepped on his toes tons of times, but he didn't care, he still danced with me and held me close .
"I've been trying to tell myself I don't miss him but I really do . Everday . I can't stop . "
"You don't have to, this is normal, just don't lose hope Xiao Xie . "
"I'm trying mom, I'm trying . " Chang wiped the tears away with the back of her hand trying to banish her moment of weakness . She tried to put a smile on her face as she turned back to look at her mom .
Lihua had a strange look on her face, almost kind of vacant as her mouth opened and closed soundlessly . Chang instantly knew something was horribly wrong and called the paramedics . As they waited Chang held her warm hands and tried to get a response from her . But there was nothing .
Chapter end
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