leave with happy memories instead of another reason to avoid the next family gathering.

Evan carried the presents while I lifted Lily from her car seat.

I adjusted her red velvet dress and checked that her little hands were warm.

Then we walked toward the front door.

Before I could knock, the door opened.

My aunt greeted us with a smile.

“Merry Christmas! Oh, look at that beautiful baby!”

The house smelled of roasted turkey, fresh pine, cinnamon, and my mother’s expensive floral perfume.

Voices filled the living room.

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