There was one moment in my life up until now that left me speechless. But not just speechless - questioning reality and the people around me. When I was eleven, I had the world pulled out from under me for the first time. It was a warm Saturday evening and I had just returned from a sleepover at Amee’s. My dad called me into the kitchen where he was nursing a whiskey. “I’ve something to tell you,” he said with all seriousness, “Santa’s not real!” I had felt my heart shatter, heard it cracking inside my chest. I didn’t even question it - I knew from his expression that my Dad was telling the truth. I ran to my room and cried for hours. I didn’t talk to my dad for a week. Why lie to me all those years just to brutally reveal the truth like that? I felt a fool and that’s what hurt the most.
