Christmas in America

Chapter Two: Kentucky and New Orleans:

First stop? The good old US of A. We have many staff members from here. How will we get through all of them? We can try. Who shall we start with?

Hm…

I have someone.

Brooke

Christmas in Frankfort, Kentucky.

When was the last time she talked to them? Brooke shook her head as she knocked on the door.

“I’m home,” she said. Her grandma was the first one to see her.

“Brooke!” she said. She hurried over and hugged her. The teenager nervously chuckled.

“Yeah, it’s me,” she said. Brooke reluctantly hugged her back. Her grandmother let her go and looked into the house.

“Come over here, everyone!” she shouted. “Brooke’s here!” The girl’s parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins came around her. Already, Brooke felt like she was drowning.

Louise

Christmas in New Orleans.

She sworn she wouldn’t come back here. But this time was different. It was just going to be her grandparents. Louise walked up and unlocked the door. She pulled out the key and unlocked it.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Louise? Is that you, honey?” she heard an old lady ask. Louise tracked the sound into the living room. An old lady sat on the couch dressed in a nightgown and curlers. Louise walked over and hugged her. The old lady looked up.

“Louise?” she asked.

“How have you been?” her granddaughter asked.

“Fine, I’ve been better,” the old lady asked. The younger woman let go of her.

“Where is grandpa?” Louise asked.

“He’s asleep in our room,” her grandmother said.

“I see,” the younger woman said. The old lady patted the spot on the couch next to her. Louise sat down next to her without question. Her grandmother smiled.

“Now, how have you been doing?” she asked. “I ain’t heard from you in months.” Louise had to force herself to smile. After all, she was doing this for her grandparents. And they hadn’t seen her in so long.