My entire family made fun of William on Christmas Day.

It was weird, yet it seemed as though they agreed with what my mind was thinking.

Christmas was enjoyable and amusing. My parents were all animated, and I felt an inner anguish since I wouldn't be able to spend Christmas Eve with my parents, and I wouldn't be able to spend Christmas with Arthur and everyone else who was present.

My heart was breaking a little bit by bit as a result of the suffering.

"I'd love to go home, Mom." I said as I got up from the couch.

It's becoming late, so I need to ask permission from...