It’s only an hour and a half until the annual Christmas party for my dad’s side of the family.

I used to dread this day. It meant seeing my cousin that touched me under the guise of “wrestling” when I was eleven. My dad would always ask, “What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you just be normal for today?” Yes, he knew but my mom always told me that he never wanted to believe it. Now I’m an adult and like the rest of the family I just tell myself it never happened.

Oh, but who cares you got your white Christmas.