Christmas Break


I was so excited that we went to see grandmom and granddad over Christmas.

They live in Utah now.

I don’t know why.

They used to live close by.

Then they moved.

We don’t know anyone else out there.

But we visited Utah once before, so I am looking forward to going back.

My cousins will be there too.

Their mom and dad sent them to visit from Alaska.

It’s good that the timing is the same.

This will be the fourth time that I am seeing them since they moved to Alaska.

The first time they came to Pennsylvania to visit while my parents were going to get my sister from Ethiopia.

Another time, I went to their house in Alaska to visit.

I was seven.

The last time we saw them was in Washington D.C. when I was 9 and a half.

But that was only for a few hours.

I don’t remember it really well.

Christmas was great.

Our visit was great.

Everyone got along really well (sort of).

We got lots of presents.

But one night that my dad and mom went out for dinner and a movie, granddad got really mad at me.

I was jumping on the bed so I could understand why he was mad.

But when my parents got home, he started to say that if my mom was a better mom and if they disciplined me more, I wouldn’t act that way.

He said that I needed to be spanked more.

I don’t think I agree with that at all.

I think my parents are good.

They help me with my Aspergers and give me strategies for how to do well in school.

I guess I should have used one of those strategies that night.

But then my dad was yelling back at my granddad saying that I was perfect the way I was and that he had no right to say that there was something wrong with me.

I’m not sure what that meant because I felt fine.

The next thing I knew, though, is that we were packing and leaving and I just knew that it was all my fault.

My granddad said, “Good riddance.”

I don’t know what that means either; I think he was glad that I was leaving because of how I acted.

I started to cry and say that I was really sorry.

My parents hugged me, but we still left.

We stayed in a hotel.

I think this was the worst night of my life.

I think I made a terrible choice and I don’t know how to fix it.

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