December 25, 2002
A few minutes more and Christmas will be past. The little ones were up and down, high on sugar, but overtired, as we sat around the table playing games till we were tired too. Everyone had gifts to open and good food with plenty left for a lazy day tomorrow. I took photographs. I’m like the Christmas ghost, the one who won’t be seen in the photo album. I cooked, I shopped, I cleaned, and I was loved; I just wasn’t present, no, not really, I was somewhere else, somewhere far away, without a family, a past, or a future.