Snow Place Like Home (Home Sweet Holidays)

by Laura Pavlov

Goldie Sunshine Jacobs. She was that girl. Her name fit her well. Beautiful, funny, thoughtful, smart, and kind. I’d never once crossed the line with her, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. A couple hundred times. Fine. Maybe thousands.

Cute but like, Goldie Sunshine? Ffs 🤦🏼‍♀️

And Goldie was always the girl I’d compare everyone else to. Sadly, no one compared to her.

“Are you going to beat up everybody who takes a shot at me, Ace?” “Always,” I said as she wrapped a hand around my bicep and we made our way inside. And that is the fucking truth. 18 I would walk through fire for this girl.

But every time I searched the room, I found her. Sunny. My eyes always managed to find her in a crowded room. It had been that way for as long as I could remember. And apparently, nothing had changed.