Merry Christmas From The Hughes Family
Dear Diary, It's Christmas morning. I should feel happy. At peace. However, I'm anything but that. This is it. The first Christmas that I'm spending without my grandpa. I can barely believe that he won't be drinking coffee behind the dining table, when I get downstairs. Grandma will surely attend the holy mass in the morning. Or perhaps she already did. That means mom and I are helping her with cooking today. Perfect. I can use a distraction. I can't think about last night. I can't think about Hunter. I drag myself downstairs after getting dressed. It's cold outside. I can tell it by the frost that formed on my window during the night. Yeah, it was kinda chilly on the rooftop. But there's no snow outside. Another green Christmas it is. Mom and dad are already sitting by the table, drin
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