Christmas eve arrived quicker than I was ready for. Yes, I had all the purchases done; I just feel like it arrived overnight. Now we’re making up a feast for the family, while I keep in mind what I need to do for tomorrow as well. “Now, I don’t see why you would allow him to come for a visit on Christmas. He’s spent over seven years not being part of their lives, and now he just gets to have visits whenever he wants to?” My mother complained.
“It’s what’s best for the kids,” I mutter.
“How could this be best for them? They were doing just fine without Ryan Miller in their lives; you didn’t have to allow him back in your lives.” She argued.
“It was our decision that was made when I adopted them, now please stop trying to meddle in our family choices,” James sta
