Then, I let out a glass shattering scream that matched the one I heard earlier. The glass cups and fine etched plates, bowls and eating utensils that the customers were using came clattering to the ground and all eyes were on me.
“Come. H-here” I managed to squeak out. Only my boyfriend Bobby dared to move towards me. Then, when he opened the door wider he froze. His hair had fallen in front of his large brown eyes as they lost all of their sparkle.
He kneeled down next to me and stroked my hair. “I’m so… so sorry,” he whispered in my ear.
I looked at the picture I just took to see my sister, Lucy, on the floor with blood splattered on her shirt and her “Who Doesn’t Love Elmo?” safety blanket wrapped around her arm. She’s had that blanket for over 24 years and it was the only clean object in the kitchen. I just laid on the kitchen floor for the next four hours to have my first and only thought be “Yeah. Merry Christmas.”