There are no
strangers on Christmas Eve.
Mildred Cram-Adèle Comandini
Merry
Christmas everyone!
I’m
in too much of a hurry to talk at any great length about myself, but believe
me, the cliché of the broke college student, trying to juggle a million things
at the same time suits me perfectly. Between working at a coffee shop, having
classes all day long, and my efforts to preserve some semblance of a social
life, my time is precious and always insufficient, which explains why I haven’t
yet left for my family’s house to celebrate Christmas.
A
glance at my watch warns me that if I don’t hurry up, I might miss the last bus
to Newport, my hometown, and this just isn’t an option. It’s Christmas Eve, and
I should be home by now, or rather, at my parents’ home. The problem is that
