The Apology

Lisa

The smell of wassail woke Lisa up the next morning, the sound of Christmas music playing somewhere downstairs grabbing her next. She sat up and let out a sigh. Her mother had been asleep by the time she got home the night before, but she and her father had shared a few too many chocolate chip cookies over a long conversation.

He had pulled out the old picture books and moved through almost every photo Lisa could remember of her childhood. The pride in his voice had shaken her to the core, but somewhere deep down inside, she was aware of how much her dad loved her. It was her mother she wanted to see it from.

Of course, hearing it the night before for the first time since she was little was a huge breakthrough.

She got up and pulled on her robe and slippers before walking downstairs languidly. The house would be empty seeing that everyone was granted three days off around Christmas. It was almost nice. Just her, her mother and her father.

The music was coming from the den, which s