My worst holiday was in Christmas time in 1997. It was one of the coldest days in December. All my friends were out partying and I was the only one in the house. I was very sad so I didn't want to go out that night. It was going to be 11:00 p.m. on Christmas night. The more the hand of the clock was moving the worst I was getting. Well I decide to call my boyfriend for support and confort, to my surprise, he was also bored but with the difference that he was with his family and I didn't. So we started talking and after a while we started crying because hi started to remember his mother that died a year before and I was crying because I was by myself on a Christmas night. We try not to get too deep into the conversation because it was just going to make worst.