Chapter 5By Sunday morning, we all felt better. I apologized until I practically turned blue in the face, and mostly, they'd forgiven me. No one wanted to eat breakfast, though. Instead, the kids watched with excitement as April handed me my present for the second day of Christmas.
“Turtle doves aren't easy to come by, so I got creative,” April admitted, fussing with her blouse's collar. She'd donned red and green in honor of Christmas, foregoing her own holiday celebration.
My fingers clawed at the edge of the envelope, wondering what kind of present could be inside. We'd agreed gift cards weren't acceptable options. I smelled the envelope, still confused. “How is paper supposed to represent birds?”
“Don't tear at it! You might rip the gift,” Augie added.
I slit open the side and out
