Chapter 7
Phillip lifted the little girl above his head as she gingerly placed the silver ornament on the Christmas tree.
“Higher, Uncle Phiyip!” Hannah, a cute four-year-old girl with blonde ringlets that bounced, wriggled in his hands as she placed another ornament on the tree.
Phillip raised her higher. He enjoyed helping the children from the orphanage decorate their Christmas tree each year. He’d picked up the tree from the Christmas farm on the way back from the mall—it had been the largest one available and barely stopped short of the home’s living room ceiling. And today had been so much fun. He wished Bori was here to see that the time with the children was so worth it, and not like the dreary Christmas holiday he’d imagined Phillip would have.
The other children had already h
