our Yalda night celebration

this year without my father , the first yalda night , with my husband in the balcony , we celebrated it some days befor the exact yalda night , and then in the night we went to visit my mother and sister
we were with them so no one felt alone , because my father always told exciting stories when we had guests , but this year he was not with us , so there were no funny or good stories of the past , just simple talks for us ,
i miss my father a lot , but there is no way , just patience and life is going on .
i liked our small yalda celebration , we had soup and salad , sweets and tea .