For 25 Christmases, The Same Silent Stranger Appeared Outside Our House At Exactly The Same Time. He Never Spoke, Never Left A Note, And Every Year My Parents Called The Police In Panic. When I Turned 15, I Finally Stepped Outside And Asked, “Why Do You Keep Coming Back?” He Looked Straight At Me… And Burst Into Tears.

polite, like strangers trying to become friends. Maybe someday it will be more than that. Maybe not. I have accepted that I cannot control the outcome. What I can control is how I live my life. What I do with the truth.

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