“We don’t remember days, we remember moments.” —Cesare Pavese
Chapter 16
-Karen-
I was unwrapping the Christmas present.
“Why don’t you open it after the Santa Claus goes?” Mom asked from behind.
“I can’t wait.” I said. “And I know Santa is dad.”
“How long have you known that?”
“Since last year,” I shrugged. “Jon told me he saw my dad purchase a Santa Claus dress from the shop.”
Mom exhaled loudly. A sign of how tired she was.
“What if he is lying to you?”
“He won’t.” I crossed my arms on my chest. “He never does.”
Apparently, the six year old me, believed more in my best friend than in a Santa Claus.
“Go on then, open your present.” Mom said.
I opened the present and I hugged it close to my heart. It was the same teddy bear I had seen some ago in a stuffed toys shop. It was s
