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Part 43- In the magic of passion

ANNE

Finally it was November, Anne thought, because it was a month that announced many festivities like Christmas, a date that the girl loved and that she only began to celebrate after she had come to live with the Cuthberts. Before, when she was still at the orphanage, Christmas was just a date like any other, nobody cared about the children who lived there, they didn't have a Christmas tree or a special supper, they rarely got presents, except when some kind soul was touched enough to be sensitive  by the Christmas spirit, and brought some souvenirs to be distributed to the orphans of that place. But they were never enough, so the older children were forced to give up their gifts to the younger ones, which always reminded them of how lonely they were in the world.

Anne had no good memories of that time, but that was not to do with the gifts she almost never got or the food  always rationed, it was to do with having a family and being loved and loved. It was about having friends who cared and who wouldn't be in her life for just one day, out of charity or burden of conscience. It had to do with everything related to what it meant to have a home, which she now had and thanked the heavens every day for it.

Anne had never believed in Santa Claus because she was never given a chance to do so. Ever since she was a little girl, she was told that he did not exist, that he was the invention of people who only wanted to profit from it, but she had always secretly envied the children who could believe and who every year wrote symbolic letters that would never be sent, asking the good old man for some kind of gift, and did not lose faith when they received nothing, thinking that if they were better or good students next year, Santa Claus would bring them what they so desired. Although in her heart the little girl knew that all this was a beautiful illusion, that it would come to an end when Christmas day came, she never told them anything about what she knew or weighed on the subject, because she didn't want to end the sparkle in the eyes of her little friends, or she had to say brothers and sisters of creation, when they came to show her their little cards, hoping to be attended to. The funny thing was that in the last year that she had lived in the orphanage, one of these children had insisted that Anne also write a letter to Santa Claus, and the girl had not had the courage to refuse and for fun had asked a family in her letter. Now thinking about it, Anne realized that she had been attended to, because besides winning the best family in the world, friends she could count on, she had also won Gilbert, the most wonderful boy she had ever had the pleasure of meeting, and who loved her for what she was, and for all this Anne would be eternally grateful. Maybe Santa Claus did exist after all.

November was also a month of giving thanks for all the good that people had achieved during the year. This was another date she had learned about with the Cuthberts, and it was always celebrated on the last Thursday of the month, and families gathered around a big table full of food and drink, and said their prayers of thanks and asking for protection for the coming year. Anne was looking forward to that day, for the year before they had not celebrated it because of Matthew's health problems, but this year Marilla had promised it would be different. They would have a great lunch instead of dinner at Green Gables, and Anne could invite anyone she wanted, and the girl already made a list in her mind of who she would like to attend this very special lunch.

She remembered Cole and was sad. She really wanted her friend to be there to celebrate Thanksgiving with her, but she knew that wouldn't be possible, since he hadn't finished his school year at the art school in Paris where he was studying. The only thing Anne had received from him was a card wishing her a happy Thanksgiving and saying that he would come and visit her as soon as he could, and she hoped that this would happen at Christmas, as he was even preparing her a special gift.

Anne was in her room as usual, and was doing her homework which was to be handed  in the next class when she heard steps on the stairs. Suddenly the footsteps ceased as she reached her door, and Diana Barry drowned with a big smile on her lips and threw herself into the girl's bed saying: