The Beautiful Little Things

by Melissa Hill

I have worried about you since the moment I knew you existed, when you were all but a small spark of life inside me – and I will keep on worrying about you for the rest of eternity.

I was only halfway through the shopping and now I was kicking myself for not placing an order online. But I needed a change of scenery. And I needed to get out of the goddamn house, where the walls seemed to close in on me with each passing day.

Anyway, I suppose my point is, as you all begin to navigate your way through a Christmas like no other, just remember: embrace the difference. We don’t or shouldn’t have to be creatures of habit.