TITLE: Just Maybe
GENRE: YA Contemporary Fiction
There is something to be said about the way a kid’s eyes light up when
they rip through the wrapping paper of a Christmas gift and find
something they truly love. On the other hand, when there are two
little girls screaming and crying and playing a determined game of
tug-o-war with a scented My Little Pony, that’s a different story.
“Why do we do this every year?” I groaned quietly, watching two
four-year-olds fight for the strawberry-scented toy.
My cousin Melissa grinned mockingly. “Come on, Lisa. It’s fun!”
I rolled my eyes, but tried to hide my cynicism. “Yeah,” I said, “Fun.”
Christmas had long ago stopped being fun.
After all these years I still didn’t know why my grandmother couldn’t
come by herself; Yai knew how to travel alone. Besides, Dad didn’t
like missing so much work. And no one would notice whether I was here
or not. Two weeks in a crowded house with his family pretending the
holiday cheer was running through our veins was too much for me.
Who were we kidding anyway?
The spirit of the holidays died a long time ago.
Nine years ago to be exact.
As more of the family filtered into the living room, filling up the
little bit of open space around the Christmas tree, I tried to ignore
the instinctive panic of claustrophobia. My stomach tied itself in
knots as my lungs constricted, making it so hard to breathe. There was
This was family time.