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Fro up all over the da up, it had ifts under the tree

My mom did her best I knew she did, but it didn’t make the holidays any sweeter Instead they were hell She’d cry all damn day I didn’t know if it was because sheback, it was probably because she was alone Alone with me

While she sank into her grief I was left to figure out s? I didn’t get why I hated the holidays until I was old enough to know they were shitty because I had always spent them miserable instead of happy My world recked because the adults in ether

Hell if I was going to let that cycle continue

I didn’t knohy in the fuck I was even considering this, but I knew I had to do it I had to at least try I couldn’t let shit like this keep happening Not to another kid

I had thirty minutes before Julie would arrive I pulled out my phone and hit Savannah’s number

“Babe, big day tomorrow,” she answered

“Yeah Yeah, it is,” I replied “Look, I need you to do so for me”

“A, shit Did you get arrested again?”

I shook er than that”

“Huh Ok, go ahead”

I took a deep breath I’d be damned if I let that kid have a shitty life “I want to adopt a kid”

“Holy shit,” she blurted out “Sorry”

“It’s one of the kids at the school Hunter Evans He’s been bounced around from foster home to foster home He needs a place, you know? Can you look into it? See what I need to do to get him here”

“You’re serious? The night before playoffs and you want to talk about daddy daycare shit, Hawk?”