Later, on Christmas Eve, in a rural area approximately 5 miles east of Watertown, I had arrived at my grandmother's house. It was on Eddy Road. Very few people live there besides my Grandmother, my Uncle, my Aunt, and my older cousins.
Little did I know that the following day would be one that I would never forget. It would be the most dramatic Christmas of my entire life. There was a news report that evening about someone who had been murdered in the Watertown area. But, besides the fact that they had the same name as me, for the time being I would enjoy the Christmas Eve that was currently happening.
As I was going to bed in one of the bedrooms in my grandma's house, I was thinking that the next day would just be a normal Christmas. I would later find out that I was wrong.
