Christmas used to be so full of smiles and everyone talking and laughing; Everyone was happy and together.

But now I wonder if we’re going to have any part of that; I wonder if I’ll have anything to resemble what it once was.

My father is in another country, my brother Jayden drove his motorcycle to another state and didn’t look back, my brother Asher is trying to find something in the world that isn’t as wrecked as our home has become, and our aunt doesn’t want her children to experience what we have so she won’t be coming back.

I sit alone in my room and wonder if they’ve all forgotten about me: the one still stuck in this house until I’m grown up, the one that isn’t able to escape yet, the one who has a month of everyone at school talking while she sits in silence, dreading the season.

I just want one of my brothers back. But my parents have driven them away, from the moment they corrupted our house, and now I don’t have a real family anymore. That means a lot of things, but in this season it means I’m alone for Christmas. And there is not one person willing to come back for me. Since they all escaped.