11. Christmas Day
I lead the way out this time. Grandmama kept muttering "We're late, late, hurry on." over and over again and it was beginning to get annoying. Even though this was the first time I had seen them since their death, Grandpapa kept walking out of rooms without us and Grandmama never seemed to have the time to wait. It felt like they didn't care.
I went into my parent's room and watched as a memory appeared. It was an 8 year old Linoca and I, it was Christmas day Linoca and I were on our parents' beds with our stockings in our hands. I was jumping up and down, trying to wake up Papa. Mama sat up in the bed and turned on the bedside lamp and muttered sleepily, "Let's see what you got, then," Linoca and I opened the stockings. I pulled out book after book-screaming with joy. Linoca started pulling up pencils and pens and then we both started pulling out sweets. Linoca started shoving them in her mouth and I put mine on the bed and opened a book. Mama patted the back of my head happily.