My Nineteen-Year-Old Son Came Home on Christmas Morning Covered in Blood After Seventeen Members of His Mother’s Family Beat Him While She Recorded It
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Chapter 14 - On Christmas Eve, Jake Put the Same Kind of Gift Under the Tree That He Had Carried Before Seventeen People Beat HimChristmas again.
Years after the attack.
Jake stood beside the tree.
He placed a small box underneath.
I looked at him.
“What is that?”
“Something for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes.”
He smiled.
The next morning, I opened it.
Inside was a photograph.
Me.
Jake.
Rebecca.
Everyone standing together.
Behind it was a note.
You kept your promise.
I cried.
Jake laughed.
“You're getting soft.”
“Shut up.”
He hugged me.
“I love you, Dad.”
I held him.
“I love you too.”
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And for the first time in years, Christmas didn't feel like the day everything had broken.
It felt like the day we had rebuilt it.
