7 years ago when I was only 10 I remember my favorite day of the year at that time ,Christmas eve.it wasn't about opening presents or getting new things, it wasn't even about making sugar cookies for "Santa".
it was about spending time with my family and rushing to go to sleep so Santa would come for joey.it was also about getting read a bedtime story and drink hot chocolate together as a family. But when I turned 12 my dad left my mom. They got divorced, and ever since then Christmas has never been the same.
My mom always got goes two presents from the dollar store and me 1 present like fake flowers or a vase for the fake flowers from my last birthday .its never bothered me but my point was our family was not a rich family. We were poor always have been always will be.
I always found myself trying to scrape up 5 bucks so I could get joey a new shirt or pair of pants from our local discount store or eBay. I would make my mom something with my left over dollar. Last Christmas I went to the dollar store and bought 10 dum-dums and printed out some templates to make butterflies and lady bugs along with dragon flies and bees out of the lollipops, And of course I made a race car and an airplane for Joey.
My last memory of a good Christmas was when I was 10.we had a big tree up and the whole house was decorated with lights. There had to be over 10 presents under the tree (which was a lot for us) and my mom was reading me and joey a book on our carpet while she sat in a rocking chair.me and joey dozed off and all I remembered was I woke up in my own bed the next morning.
I miss that.
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today after school me and joey went to pick up the books my mom had read when the doctor came in. He told us that she only had 1 month to live.at this time I had 3 more books in my hand and they dropped to the floor. I was so shocked why so soon . me and Joey would almost have to be put in foster care. I didn't want to live illegally but I also definitely did not want to put Joey and I in foster care.
she was asleep so luckily she didn't hear any of this.it felt as if something in my heart broke even more.as though it was ready to shatter in to pieces and the shock and sadness on joeys face even made it worse I grabbed joey and we both cried for a minute after the doctor had left. We kissed mom good bye on her forehead and slowly ,mournfully drove home.
Later that day maybe an hour later we fell asleep together having a Netflix marathon of our favorite shows and movies.
keep my secret story safe diary. Goodnight. XOXO
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diary of a nobody
Teen Fictionabout a girl ,her life ,and getting over obstacles with twists and turns along the way.will Mackenzie make it out alive or is she destined for loneliness?
