What are you hoping for this Christmas?
For a long time, all I wanted was to see my mom. The last time I saw her was the morning of January 28th, 2009. I remember it so clearly because it was the last time I saw her face as I walked out the door that fateful day, headed to the bus station which would inevitably take me to the airport. When I landed that night, it was blustery and blizzardy, snow falling all over the place. There I stood, on the sidewalk of the airport, twirling in the flurry of snow that filled the skies. I had started a new chapter of my life.
In December I have birth to my first child, but had little to no contact with the woman I had parted from nearly a year prior. Honestly I think I may have called her a hand full of times between when I landed and…
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