A/N: I didn't want to post any stories here in but since people liked this story at dA, I published it here, too. Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Dib not mine. Dib Jhonen's. :)


Dib sighed while walking home, wounds still aching. Not really great Christmas, beaten up by an angry mob and cursed for an action that was actually right. It was really unfair. But Dib didn't care. He was used to this.

He came to his front door, and opened it slowly. "Gaz?," he cried out. "Dad?" No response. He sighed again and walked in, not forgetting to close the door behind him. No one at home. They didn't mind, so it seemed. But Dib didn't care. He was used to this.

The eleven-year-old went to the next mirror in the living-room, and eyed his reflection. He looked exhausted. His clothes were torn, his hair all messy and his glasses lay inclined onto his nose. The boy adjusted them, and regarded the bruises. Their red tones were well visible on the pale flesh. But Dib didn't care. He was used to this.

The boy decided to take a bath, maybe he'd feel better after it. He mentioned to walk up-stairs, but as soon as he turned around, something caught his eye. It was the Christmas tree that his father mounted every year. It wasn't even natural, made artificially. There was nothing beneath. But Dib didn't care. He was used to this.

He stared at the tree for a quite long time. Then, out of sudden, he heard music. A Christmas carol outside! He walked up to the window, and saw the people singing out there. He recognized the song. It was 'Silent Night, Holy Night'. Something in this song has caught his ears, he just didn't know why.

Then it hit him.

His mother used to love this song.

The boy felt tears forming in his eyes, he refused to let them out. He remembered the calm voice of his mother singing it, like an angel. Every Christmas. Until he was 5. After that she was no more. The tears welled up again, this time he let them stream his face.

Just hearing the song made him fill with glee. Something normal people felt all day. Just not Dib.

He did care.

He wasn't used to this.


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