Forgotten and Overlooked
A Christmas card. Or lack thereof, I guess. That's what had me wide awake and bawling at 1:02 in the morning. I was housesitting, and after falling asleep briefly when I first went to bed, I woke up not feeling well. I went in search of something to ease what ailed me and noticed a Christmas card on the fridge. It was one of those that people send out nowadays, with a collage of pictures and a short message wishing the reader a Merry Christmas, and was from mutual friends. Just a few days earlier, I saw the same card on another friend's fridge after she invited me over for lunch. When I saw the card on her fridge, I assumed it was from last year because I didn't get a new one this past Christmas and at first, I thought the same about the card I was looking at in the wee morning hours at my housesitting job. After closer examination, I noticed it looked different than the one that had hung on my fridge the past 12 months. So I took it off the fridge and looked to see if ther