It's already that time of year again.
I'll never get over just how quiet the holidays feel without him here.
Back then, we’d wake up so early, and our parents would drive us to Jack and Sarah's house to open presents together.
Their house was always much nicer than ours. Bigger rooms, softer couches, stuff I didn't think much of at the time.
I remember all of us sitting next to the fireplace after opening gifts and eating the leftover Christmas cookies, while the TV hummed in the background.


Things were so much simpler back then.