“Don’t come home for Christmas this year.”
My father said those words three days before Christmas while I was closing my office at Joint Base Lewis-McChord in Washington.
I stood motionless, holding my keys.
“Dad, what are you talking about?”
“Tyler’s coming with his new wife and her parents,” he explained. “It’s an important Christmas for him.”
Tyler was my stepbrother. He’d recently earned a promotion, and our parents were hosting a large family celebration in Seattle.
I’d already purchased my plane ticket and wrapped everyone’s gifts.
“So why can’t I come?”
Dad sighed.
“Natalie, people will ask about your Army career, your deployments, and your rank. Suddenly, the entire evening will revolve around you. Tyler deserves to be the center of attention for once.”
I stared at the empty hallway.
For eighteen years, I’d missed Christmas dinners, birthdays, and family celebrations because of military responsibilities.
I’d spent holidays overseas, on duty, and thousands of miles away from everyone I loved.
Every year, Dad promised that next Christmas would be different.
Now, for once, I had the opportunity to come home.
And he was asking me to stay away.
“I understand,” I whispered.
He sounded relieved.
“I knew you would. You’ve always been understanding. We’ll have lunch together in January.”
“Sure, Dad.”
“Love you, sweetheart.”
“Merry Christmas.”
After ending the call, I sat in my car for nearly half an hour.
Then I canceled my flight.
I didn’t argue.
Maybe because I’d spent most of my life trying not to make my father uncomfortable.
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