Holiday Cheer

Christopher

I wished I was the type to bake cookies. I would love to surprise Olin with some fresh cookies for when he got home. I supposed he was a little too old for that. I had missed my chance to see his face light up when he walked through the door. Carlie had gotten those moments. I had been at work. I had envied her and even been a little jealous. I felt like I was the one sacrificing to give her the big house and a comfortable life.

It had caused many fights. She had always told me she would have been just as happy in a small house with us barely getting by. I had never believed her back then. I did now. Now that I saw how short life was and how precious every minute with loved ones truly was, I believed her.

“You’re home early,” Olin said walking into the kitchen.

“I thought we could hang out,” I said.

I got the same look I always did when I suggested we spend time together. It was something between the look of gas and the look of someone who stepped in dog shit. “Why?”

I shr