Not so Merry Christmas
After the few encounters with the other side, it all just came to a screeching halt. No more contact, no phone calls, nothing as if it never was. I remember several years later, during Christmas, we had our usual family dinner and then Santa dropped by to give us our gifts. Well, us three biological siblings each received a card. Upon opening the card we got a phone call. The phone went to the older sibling as I ripped open the card there was a hundred dollar bill in it. The same for the other two. Then the phone got passed to me, I say, “Hello”, and it’s him, the donor. He tells me Merry Christmas and how he wishes he could be with us and that he wishes he could give more but he hopes what he gave us will help, yada, yada, yada. I’m angry the second I heard his voice so I didn’t even have the phone to my ear and I was rolling my eyes because he is the last person on earth I want to talk to. You know what I mean. Well, I’m getting dirty looks from grandma of course, pointing at me and talking under her breath with her lips so tight they were literally white. I just said thank you and handed the phone to the younger sibling who was so excited to talk to him. I handed the card along with the money to my mom and said I didn’t want it. I don’t want nothing from him. Does he actually think he’s gonna buy me for a hundred dollars?!?! I don’t think so.