A Christmas Story by Nana Dadzie Ghansah
The disheveled-looking man stood in the shadow cast by the trees across the street and watched the house. He could see the young lady in the wheelchair moving around. Occasionally, the older lady would come into view. She was still as beautiful as ever.
The house looked warm and welcoming, and he often wondered how welcoming it would be if he rang the bell. He looked at himself, shook his head sadly, and walked off.