Stepsibling (Editing)

The Holidays

It was December 13, 12 days until Christmas day an exciting time for families with young children to pretend that a large fat man came down their chimney, ate their cookies and gave them gifts. It used to be like this in the Miller household until Chris's family came along. I used to love Christmas until my dad got married to the first woman that he met after my mother died. I'm 18 now but I still like to have a nice Christmas with my family, not half my family and some strangers my Dad pulled up from Tinder. And the worst part we were in a new, drastically smaller house, so this year Chris (my stepbrother)had to stay in my room, and to make things worse we were right next to our parents room. Therefore all night we would here the moans and groans of a forced marriage. It would just fill me in with worry hearing and thinking I could have a third sibling.

I woke up the day before they arrived into our new untainted home. Cinnamon (the beast of a woman my father married) usually liked to show up hours earlier than my Dad requested due to her irrational fear of not being in control of everything, so my Dad was doing a frantic clean up of the house even though we were going ruin his hard work within a half hour, I don't know why but me and my Dad have always been messy ever since mum died. Mabye she was keeping us (as the colouring pens) inside the lines.