It has been 9 months since you told me to leave. I still feel it as if it were March 25.
I dreaded this day out of all, as Christmas morning is the culmination of family, love and togetherness. Someone else gets that role now.
My favorites were ones where I had to set up your gift, like the pink bike. It's one of the few gifts I felt confident about, and was anxious to see what you'd think when you came downstairs to find it. I imagined that the expression on your face would be like that of you as a young girl on Christmas morning.
You know all too well how much I could see you as a girl.
