T. Kelley

The dim light in the tavern flickered with the glow of the candles as Michael and I entered.

The air filled with the sound of quivering leaves, the distant calls of songbirds, and our steady footsteps as we ascended the trail.

Not many high schoolers stay up late on Christmas Eve hoping to catch a glimpse of the mythical man himself.

In time, we had Fidela and I couldn’t imagine going back to the silence of my past. She brought warmth and excitement to our lives...