"What do you do in Christmas, Jessica? If you don't mind me asking of course" Anthony asks me, and I give him my attention as I snap out of the hypnotic stance I was suck into. I just stare at him for a moment, as Andrew rubs my shoulders reassuringly, because of the numbness I don't really feel his touch in a real physical way yet I do know that his hand is on my shoulder. Adrian sits on the couch across from us, with a glass of water in his hand and his eyes on his hands, instead of staring at me as his Father and his big brother. "In case you're wondering, we don't really celebrate this holiday like the other American families do" Anthony adds, with an encouraging smile. I think he's trying to make me feel less nervous and less divergent, I know his heart is in the right place though this is not working for me.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!