KAISER
Eight Christmas in a roll had always been like a colorful funeral service held in my family's living room.
The first one without her, I had stayed locked up in my room and refused to unwrap tens of boxes filled with gifts; my parents had granted me.
The second, I snuck out of home and spent it with a homeless man shivering in the cold, watching the quiet street.
The third, I got drunk and passed out in a bar. The following day I found myself lying on a hospital bed and my parents arguing with officers over child harm and all those things.
For a second, It got me assuming getting thrown out of that empty home to foster care.
What I am trying to say is every year has its issues, and this one is having dad and mom and Riley and Reagan (the traitor) all seated in the living
