And there it was. The last night of Hanukkah.
It was Matt's turn to give a present to me, but Matt wasn't here.
I missed him.
I wished he missed me.
We said our prayers, lit the candles, ate our dinner, and went to bed.
I tried to go to bed.
But I was restless.
And around 1:30 in the morning, I was through with trying to sleep and headed downstairs.
I got some milk and heated it up.
I was tired. And I put the milk in the oven.
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The Last Night
Teen FictionSamara Cohen struggles with family complications, depression, and bullying just before accidentally burning her house down and being the only survivor.
