The Christmas tree is always put up in the same place each year.
Right next to the fireplace in the livingroom.
The tree brings back so many memories.. all the different ornaments from years ago. Memories of waking up at the crack of dawn and seeing the presents piled up underneath. My mother in her robe, my father with the video camera. The excitement.. the anticipation..
I wish I could spend Christmas with my family this year.
But it's not a possibility..
I wish my father would open his heart to Eric and accept him as a member of the family.
That's been my dream for the past 5 years. It hasn't happened yet.