You might remember me from Ivie’s story, The Memories. It’s been about two months since that came out. My friends were there to support me all the way through when my mom died.
So I decided to host a Christmas party for them. Christmas lights hung from the ceiling, presents underneath the four Christmas trees in the corners.
When my friends arrived, they had a present for me. An identical copy of my mother’s pendant. My heart melted, tears started swelling up in my eyes but I wiped them.
“Let’s get partyin’!” Griffin shouted, a develish grin on his face.