|I'm Home For Christmas (standard:drama, 452 words)|
|Author: Nicole||Added: Jan 19 2001||Views/Reads: 2266/4||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A young widow travels to the home of her estranged parents for Christmas.|
I Am Home For Christmas Jenna waited before merging in with the other traffic. She had waked up one morning and decided to spend Christmas with her parents whom she had not seen in ten years. She had found out before Thanksgiving of her freshman year in college that she was carrying her boyfriend's baby. Since she refused to announce her pregnancy to anyone, especially her socially prominent parents, she simply made herself disappear. She had Monica and married a Latino contractor who put her through college. Her small family was the center of her existence and life and she loved them fiercely. Todd and Monica were coming home from the grocery store when the drunk driver ran the stop sign and hit their car. She could still remember the trooper's grave face and his dripping uniform as he uttered the ominous words. He informed her that her husband and daughter were involved in a serious car accident and were at the Methodist Community Hospital. She pulled over and consulted her road map. Todd had encouraged her to reconcile with her parents and she stubbornly refused. Now, she wanted a sympathetic shoulder to cry on. She pulled onto the highway. Monica died at the scene. Todd's life slipped though the surgeon's fingers after four hours of intensive surgery. She drove for two more hours. At a rest stop thirty minutes from her house she changed into a white business suit, curled her hair, and refreshed her make up. Home was a brick house outlined in white lights that twinkled in the night. She followed several other cars down the drive and tramped over frosty grass to the front door. Her mother played the perfect hostess as she greeted her guests with a plastic smile and air kisses. Jenna received her kiss and followed the flow of guests to the living room. It hadn't changed from the last Christmas she spent there. The Christmas tree stood in all its splendor in front of the window. Christmas songs played softly over the intercom and people with cups of punch milled around making conversation. She accepted a cup of eggnog and surveyed the room for people she knew. Her father stood talking with a group of large and powerful men like himself. Regina, stood and chatted with guests as she made her way round to the little groups. Sourly, Jenna noted that there would be no sympathetic shoulder to cry on. She would be expected to join Regina and Mother with their social activities while Father remained enveloped in his world. She sipped her drink and hummed along with the song, I'll Be Home for Christmas. She wished this Christmas would be in her dreams. Tweet
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