Last year. My grandma died, and all of the adults (including me) were grieving. We had to hide it so that the children didn’t figure out what was going on. It’s extremely hard to hide your grief 10 minutes after your grandma dies so that kids can open up their toys. 6.
Last year. After a few all nighters and a week of finals, I came home to work at my retail job. Worked a few more all nighters, then came down with a BAD flu on Christmas Eve. Spent the next 24 hours throwing up in the shower and lying in bed/ on the floor, while my bitch of an older sister complained about how I didn’t deserve a nice dinner, no presents, etc. She picked fights with me all day, while I couldn’t even swallow food or walk. 7.
2010 Christmas. I had found a big lump on my neck in december 4th, diagnosed with cancer around the 15th. I was just a teenager so I had no idea what it all meant, the had the diagnosis wrong before the biopsy so I didn’t trust them when they told me I was going to be okay. I started chemo on the 24th and puked my way out of the hospital, the next day I was too sick to go downstairs and see my family that had visited. It was an awful time, but December 26th was the best day after Christmas ever thanks to a football player from Kansas state who called and explained everything that was happening. (He had the same type as me) 8.
So one year my brother unwraps a swimming fin. Just one. A broken sun dried swimming fin. My dad apparently didn’t know about this “gift” my mom had picked out. We were so broke that year that my brother got something my mom found on the beach. My dad yelled at her, “Christ, Laurie! What is he supposed to do with that!? Swim around in circles!?” My mom broke into tears and apologized to us kids for having such shitty presents. My brother and I laugh it off now, but that story still breaks my heart. Back to Top