December 24, 11:54 p.m. Not yet.
I stand over my baby brother’s crib.
December 24, 11:55 p.m. Not yet.
He’s sleeping. So innocent.
December 24, 11:56 p.m. Not yet.
I never thought I’d have a baby brother.
December 24, 11:57 p.m. Not yet.
I thought it’d be just me and Mom, forever.
December 24, 11:58 p.m. Not yet.
“My miracle,” Mom said. “My present from heaven.”
December 24, 11:59 p.m. Not yet.
Almost time. I raise my arm, hold the knife high.
December 25, 12:00 a.m.
Christmas morning. Time to open the present.
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