Alone for the holidays Being an only child, both parents deceased, the only family I have is one aunt and a handful of cousins up in Maine who invited me to come for Christmas, I dreaded the drive but surely did not want to think about the overcrowded airports, small seats and crying children. I am 31 years old and work seems to be my life, climbing the ladder at work, kissing ass, but only when needed, I have a nice apartment in the city and drive a late model Audi hard top convertible. I was about two hours into the drive along the highway, the snow was a blanket of white on the shoulders of the road, I started thinking about how alone I really am when the song “I’ll be home for Christmas” came on the radio, tears streamed from my eyes to the point that I had to pull over. I sat in my car on the side of the highway crying, feeling so alone, I haven’t cried in years, but today there was no shortage of emotions. All of a sudden I heard tapping on my window, looking up to find a Sh...
By Seth Cybertar