BLAZE WILLIAMS
Dad raised his glass and tapped the side with his cutlery.
We all turned to him and he cleared his throat.
Dad got up, smiling at all of us.
The cruise ship was heading back to the Island. Our arrival time was stipulated to be around noon.
It was still Christmas. It was probably the best Christmas I had experienced in my lifetime.
Carrie had gifted me a guitar and a stack of books with a note that read:
‘Your dad is a hard worker and you two are a lot alike. These are a few options for hobbies to relax with. Merry Christmas, Blaze!’
She got a gift for me when she didn't know me. There was nothing more thoughtful than that.
“This has been the best weekend of my life,” dad started, beaming with joy.
We all listened to him, mirroring the smile on his face.
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