Daisy
The idea of spending Christmas Eve away from my family had never crossed my mind before. But this year was different. I was different. Sitting at the dining table, I cleared my throat, pushing my mashed potatoes around with my fork, trying to find the courage to speak. My parents were chatting about their latest home project- new tiles for the pool and completely oblivious to the bomb I was about to drop. Across from me, Dale caught my hesitation and raised an eyebrow with a somewhat grossed-out expression on his face, in typical sibling fashion.
“So, uh- family- um... there’s been something I wanted to say a few days now but- uh- I didn’t know how to- you know...” I finished my useless sentence, placing my hair behind my ears and staring at my plate.
“What is it honey,” our fa
