The Truth Part 1
Christmas morning 2007, I ran to wake up my four year old sister, Paige. Together, we ran down the hall to my parent's bedroom only to see just one person laying in bed. We stood there, confused, while listening to my mothers silent sobs. Photo taken from https://www.saga.co.uk/magazine/ relationships/family/dilemma- my-son-doesnt-want-to-marry-the-mother-of-his-children It has been six years since that day, and I haven't see my father since. However this Christmas morning, my now ten year old sister and I ran downstairs to the living room, knowing my mom would be sitting on the couch and drinking her coffee, while she waited for us to wake up. "Merry Christmas!" she cheered. "Finally, the most wonderful day has arrived!" Paige squealed. My mom and I exchanged glances that asked, "Remember when this da...