December 23, 1983

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This will be Duncan's first Christmas. Mine and dad's first one without mom. It's not the same without her. Dad has been different since she died. He is hardly ever home and when he is, he's so mad all the time. Grandma and grandpa have been taking care of me and Duncan mostly. I usually go with Dad to pick out a tree and we decorate it all together but this year we didn't. Grandma and grandpa brought their fake one with the lights already on it. It smells weird, not like Christmas. I still baked cookies for Santa though. Not as good as moms but I think he'll understand. I didn't write him a letter this year either. I wonder if I will get anything. It snowed a lot this year. I wish mom could see, she loves the snow. I'd give up all the presents Santa would bring me if he could give me mom back.

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