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December 9, 2007
While decorating the Christmas tree tonight, my parents laughed and enjoyed the festivities. I merrily joined in. Later, I couldn’t help but think of Christmases past. There was the dreary year spent in a hospital room halfway across the country. There was the time I will always remember as the year I spent crying while my parents fought and my brother rebelled.

This year is easier. Better. Calmer. But in retrospect, the laughter still surprises me. It shouldn’t, but I know it can be fleeting and I want to hold on to every good moment I can manage to remember.