Riley.
As I make my way to the car, two little munchkins hold my hands. I toss the bags into the back and help them climb inside.
Instead of staying upset in my bedroom wrapped in blankets, I've decided to take the kids swimming before the baths close for Christmas. There are only four days left until Christmas day, and I thought I'd be excited, but my spirits seem to be dampening more each day.
“Auntie Riley,” Nathen asks as I start to pull out of the driveway.
Looking in the rearview mirror at him, I reply, “Yeah, buddy?”
“Do you think Santa has put me on the naughty list?”
I furrow my brows in confusion. “What makes you say that, kiddo?”
He looks down at his lap, linking and unlinking his fingers. “A few boys at school said he wouldn’t bring me anything because I’ve been naughty
