Torn LivesChapter 11
At Christmas, inspired, I remembered a Christmas fifteen years ago with my grandparents and I went to the storeroom in the back of the house and brought up an old Christmas tree that we had first used when I came on vacation from High School. It was an old artificial tree, in a place full of live pines, which had grown old with. Mom; it was still packed full of old ornaments and lights. We, Natasha and me, spent that evening putting it up and we thoroughly enjoyed decorating the tree as we...