Christmas time is genuinely the hardest time ever especially with someone with a never-ending eating disorder and especially without my parents. The house always seems busy with my grandparent's friends coming in and out, usually, on my Christmas break, I help with the winery especially since my grandparents are older. I've talked to them about selling the place but they don't have the heart especially since mom and dad's memorial is here, thankfully they have amazing workers to help them so the winery is still thriving.
"Morning Gen," a male a bit older than me named Colby greets me.
"Morning," I greet him. "You decided to work later?" I chuckle.
"Holiday season is busy," he shrugs unloading the truck.
"You guys ahead of schedule?" I ask him, taking the smaller box from the truck and handing it to him.
"Almost, tomorrow we'll hopefully be done," He says and I nod.
"Well if I don't see you later tonight, have a good holiday Colby," I tell him, and he thanks me. I rush back inside, I just spent some time with mom and dad. "I've got the mail!" I announce entering the warm house and it smells delicious, I wish I had the appetite to eat all of grandma's food especially during the holidays.
"Anything worth saving?" Papa asks once I've taken off my jacket and boots and entered the living room, Christmas music played at a soft hum and the fireplace was burning.
"A few Christmas cards, bills, and the rest absolutely junk," I shrug handing him the bills.
"Our Christmas card hanger is getting full, you may want to put the rest on the foyer table, see if your grandma wants to keep any of the junks," he smiles and I nod. I cut through the lit-up dining room and enter the kitchen.
"Smells good," I comment and Nana glances at me with a smile.
"Hopefully good enough to eat?" She jokes and I lift a shoulder. "What's in the junk mail?" She asks. I flip through them and show her the ones she may want to keep but we decide to throw it all away.
"Do you need any help?" I ask her. She's been baking all day for the Christmas party at the church, it's four days before Christmas.
"Can you start putting the pastries in the containers? I'm just finishing up with the tarts," She smiles.
"I'll do the dishes once I'm done, you should grab some hot chocolate and go sit with Papa," I tell her and she shakes her head and I laugh, "let me do something, I don't mind doing the dishes," I tell her and she reluctantly agrees.
"How's Imogen and Taryn?" Nana asks.
"Their good, I got to give them their gifts and they really appreciated the wine," I say and she smiles. We usually give our friends the best kind of wine we have here and everyone loves it. "Are we leaving early for the church party? The snow is quite heavy."
"We might, it could lighten up though. Would you like some hot chocolate, you look cold," she says moving past me to the kettle.
"Yes please," I laugh as I begin to start the dishes. "It's cold but not windy so I went to talk to mom and dad."
I ask her more about her friend group since I haven't seen most of them and she asks me about school and how nursing is going, plus all the volunteer work I'm doing. It's a lot, with all my classes, working two jobs, and volunteering but I will never tell my grandparents that, they think I should take a step back and focus on myself. But I like keeping myself busy, helps keep my mind off things.
Nana leaves to go into the living room with Papa and I continue to do the dishes. I glance around the kitchen, amazing smells filling my senses and I realize that ever since my last small relapse, I guess, I'm going to have trouble eating in front of a large group of people. Now I'm getting anxious and starting to overthink which isn't good for me.
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Locked Eyes
ChickLit{completed} They say opposites attract, the good girl + the bad boy. The grumpy + sunshine. She's intrigued by his eyes, maybe it's because they share the same colour of eyes or it's because the way their eyes lock and they can't seem to look away...
