Omg christmas drama. Yess
Back when our dad was in prison for attempted murder, he called us and gave us christmas wishes. It was our first real christmas with presents and everything. We usually went to eat at soup kitchens or whatever. When he talked to my mom though, I guess he threatened to kill us all since his release was close? Sketchy and I dont trust that info but what do I know?
Anyway, that same day, she called a homeless shelter and we were admitted in immediately cause it was so serious.
Aside from clothes we brought with us, everything else was robbed by the cleaning crew. Months later, we spoke to a neighbor that described him and his shitty tattoo, saying he was looking for us. Life is very bittersweet.
It's dark chocolate. So let's move on. Any good memories?