They looked at the red velvet cake from outside of the glass window. A sweet smell coming from the café filled their heart with joy. “How much does it cost, Dada? Do you know?” Monu asked with an innocent voice. “Umm, it doesn’t cost much. Don’t worry. I will buy it for us soon,” Joga assured his little brother.

They looked at the street lit with colorful lights. People had started coming to cafes and restaurants to party with friends. It was Christmas Eve, Santas were singing, distributing gifts, and dancing with children. Giving a sigh, Joga and Monu returned to their mother.

Lying on the footpath beneath the star-studded sky, that night, they dreamed of the red velvet cake.

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