The Christmas Promise (Christmas Hope) - Plot & Excerpts
—George Eliot His hands were shoved inside his pockets just as I remembered seeing him as a child waiting for the school bus. His face was thinner and masked with stubble, but his father’s brown eyes peered out beneath the hood of the sweatshirt. I reached for him, trembling as I pulled him inside. “Matthew, my Matthew,” I said over and over, holding his arms so my knees wouldn’t buckle. “It’s you. It’s you.” “Mom.” His voice was so small that I barely heard him. He cried as he held on to me and I wrapped my arms around him, weeping. “It’s you, it’s you, it’s you,” I said, burying my face in his. I cupped my hands on his face and searched his eyes. “You’re home,” I said, my voice failing me. “You’re home.” I led him to the sofa. “Miriam, bring blankets.” She ran from the darkened room in slow motion but was back in an instant, and wrapped blankets around his shoulders. Miriam flipped on a lamp beside Matthew; tears were on her face but she didn’t say anything.
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