5Days till Christmas...
"Mum please do we have to do this every year" I moan while rubbing my eyes.
"Yes it keeps the spirit of Christmas alive" she says cheerfully.
"But it's 7am at night" I explain.
"Yeah that's why I did most if the decorations already she replies.
I roll my eyes in response.
" Look the Christmas tree is already decorated now Santa has to sit gifts underneath "she says with a smile.
"Mum how old I'm I " I asked while taking a seat on the sofa.
"Fifteen" she says with a smile.
"Yeah fifteen" I exclaimed "And you expect me to still believe in some spirit of Christmas not to mention Santa clause" I say laughing.
She turned to look at me while saying"Well I'm a 35year old woman and I still believe in Santa clause." she replies.
"Well that's different you never asked that so called Santa to bring your father back which he never did by the way" I say annoyed.
She came sitting on the sofa taking my hand in hers.
"I know baby but who knows maybe this year it will be different" she says cheerfully.
"It won't be,it never is" I reply softly while pulling my hand back and getting of the sofa.
"Well at least were still together" she says moving to the kitchen pulling out a glass of milk and a plate of chocolate chip cookies.
I smiled in anticipation as my mouth water for a cookie.
"Sorry it's not made for you" she says while putting it on the living room table.
"Come on mum,your so called Santa won't be coming tonight it's way to early" I say sarcastically.
"Abby please don't start" she say while moving to the tree.
"What mum I'm just telling you the truth, the truth that you don't wanna stare in the face" I reply dryly.
"Abby" she say in a warning tone.
"What mum all these decorations are a big joke! these cookies are useless and my father will never come!" I say while trowing the milk and cookies off the table.
My mother stared at me wide eyed before grabbing my shoulders.
"Listen I'm trying okay, I'm trying to give you a memorial Christmas, I'm trying okay what more do you want from me!" she exclaimed shacking me back and forth.
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