Dear Prodigal Child,
Every time I hear the song "I'll Be Home For Christmas" on the radio, I say a quick prayer that I will at least know where you are on Christmas. If you really knew how much your actions are tearing your sister and me up, you would not have even thought about taking off! Once again, I am being forced to fake my joy through Christmas. The year your dad was in the hospital with Pneumonia. Then the year he died. Two years ago, after you wiped out my bank account. Now this Christmas.
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