We flew home the next morning.
Our plans were to stay longer in Utah.
When we got home, there was no tree.
We didn’t bring along the presents we got from grandmom and granddad.
Maybe that’s my punishment for breaking the bed.
Mom said that I wasn’t being punished.
I could tell she was really trying to explain things to me.
She said that granddad was saying that there was something wrong with me.
I said there was, sort of – I had Aspergers.
Mom said, “That’s not wrong, sweetheart.
It’s who you are.
It makes you perfectly who you are.
It is not a mistake.
It is not something we can discipline out of you.
Nor would we want to.
Granddad just doesn’t understand.
He still loves you.
He just has trouble understanding you, which we are not okay with.
Please don’t feel that you have done anything wrong.”
I will have to think about this.
It still feels lonely without grandmom and granddad at Christmas.
And no tree, because we left the tree in Utah.