Late electric bill?
Call Aaron.
Car payment coming up short?
Aaron will cover it.
Need someone to co-sign because your credit is terrible?
Aaron won’t say no.
Every Christmas, I was expected to drive home with gifts for everyone, smile through the old insults, and pretend none of the things that happened between us ever really mattered.
For years, I went along with it.
I convinced myself my family simply didn’t know how to show affection.
Maybe they loved me in their own strange way.
Maybe I was too sensitive.
Maybe I expected too much.
Then last Christmas happened.
And suddenly, everything became painfully clear.
Three days before Christmas, I packed a suitcase, filled the trunk of my car with carefully wrapped presents, and started the six-hour drive home.
I had chosen something for everyone.
Mom.
Dad.
My younger sister Melanie.
I even bought a gift for Melanie’s new boyfriend, a man I had never met.
On the way, I stopped at Mom’s favorite bakery and picked up an almond custard cake.
She always claimed she didn’t really like it.
She also somehow managed to eat most of it every year.
During the drive, I kept imagining how the evening might go.
I would walk inside smiling.
Nobody would bring up old arguments.
I wouldn’t react to any passive-aggressive comments.
For once, perhaps we could simply behave like a normal family.
By the time I arrived, freezing rain had started falling.
My coat was damp around the collar as I walked up the porch carrying gifts in both arms.
I knocked.
A few seconds later, Mom opened the door.
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