A boat called Liberty

It was one day in December, another day in the calendar, but for him, a different one. That day his life took a turn, fed up with his misery, wandering alone in the streets, a poor young man had enough. He didn't have Santa Claus, but he heard his echo, what was his best Christmas present. Haron, a nineteen years old boy, living in a thorny country, prayed while he was deciding. Abandoned to his fate he had nothing to loose, but Santa Claus' echoe. He was offered a new life, a new country, a new beginning to make his dreams come true. No doubt, nothing to loose, he bet everything to one card. He left his land with nothing, jumping into a boat to be sailing for days. He saw the undesirable, the eyes of the evil's opportunists taking the rest of the ashes from him. A boat arrived on a beach, alive but with little life, he conquered among many others that they didn't have the same chance. Lights were everywhere, the ambulance took him to a hospital. It was the season of lights and miracles. Haron survived well enough, he heard that echoe, the right one to be chosen this time. Haron was adopted by a family, by a village, by all of us. He is studying as the same time that he is working as a fisherman on a boat called Liberty.