Patricia

It’s Christmas!!!! The long-awaited day finally graces us with its presence. I'm elated.

“Come on, Patricia, we’re going to be late,” Ray announces, barging into the room in excitement. I smile at the burst of adrenaline.

“I’m almost done; I just need to wear my heels." I quickly put on my nude heels and hurry downstairs to meet everyone.

It's a day to celebrate love and family, and spending it with the Bakers feels great—we're able to blend in with their world of sophistication and elegance and learn a brand-new, intriguing custom. We'll be feeding and gifting the homeless people after the church service, which is an awesome idea.

It's a very kind thing to do, and I'm happy to be a part of it. Being hungry, homeless, and living on the streets is not a pleasant sensation at all, though I can't say I know what it feels like. Being outside for a short moment and feeling the cold against my skin is so uncomfortable. How much more, constantly breathing the cold without having a hiding pla