Sorry to skip so far ahead, but honestly, nothing happened over Christmas Break. And I do mean not a damn thing.
The days blurred together in a haze of monotony. No surprises, no drama—just the quiet hum of routine. I spent most of my time zoning out, avoiding anything that might stir emotions I didn’t want to deal with. The world seemed to slow down, and it felt like I was just… waiting for something—anything—to change. But nothing did.
Our Christmas dinner was stuffed pork, a hearty meal that filled the house with the smell of spices and roasting meat. David, however, approached it like he hadn’t eaten in days. He gobbled it up as if he were starved half to death, shoveling large bites into his mouth with no regard for manners.
I couldn’t decide if it was more amusing or disgusting. T
