I groaned as I sat up in bed. I looked at t

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he ime to see that it was six in the mornig. It's finally Christms. It's suppose to be the most wondrful time of the year. Sadly it has became the worst.

Yesterday we got a visit from Rachel Harris. Rachel is one of Mike's ex-girlfiends and she works for the CPS. Apparently they recived statements from people saying that Sam wasn't mentally stable enough to care for Michelle. Someone even said that Sam abused Michelle.

I don't know who reported that. But everything that was reported was complete shit. They obviously don't know Sam because if they did they would know that she would never hurt Michelle. She would never do anything to cause harm to her. Sam loved Michelle with all her heart.

And whoever reported Sam knew about the previous events of the year. They knew that Sam suffered from depression. They knew that she relapsed in cutting about half a year ago.

And that's why the claim she's unfit to be a mother

Sam had to leave for evaluation yesterday but unlike the officers who arrested Mike, Rachel wasn't so nice. She literally took Sam right in front of Michelle. The evaluation last for two days. So San's stuck in a mental ward, where she dosen't belong, for two days. Which sadly means she'll miss Christmas.

"Jaime." I say gently shaking the man sleeping beside me ide me "jaime wake up. It's Christmas morning babe."

Jaime grunted as he sat up. "Good Morning babe!

He pecks me on the lip before getting out of bed. I do the same getting out of bed also. We walk to the front room in silence and what we see is the saddest thing ever.

Michelle's sitting in front of the Christmas tree crying. I promise you that seeing a child cry on Christmas is the saddest thing you could ever possibly witness.

"She's been crying for the past hour." Tony whispers coming up from behind me "I tried to comfort her but she just pushed me away."

I nod my head at Tony before walking up to Michelle and sitting down beside her. She looks up at me and immediately jumps into my arms crying hysterically.


"Michelle wants wrong sweet heart." I cooed to her rubbing her back

She dug her head into my chest "Santa didn't bring me what i wanted for Christmas."

I look under the tree in confusion. She actually did get everything she wanted from her Christmas. She actually got more stuff than what she asked for.

"But sweetheart I don't get it." I sigh while craddling her in my arms "You got five barbie dolls, an easy bake oven, a big baby doll head....."

"No!" she shouts "I didn't want all that."

"Then what did you want." I asked suprised by her sudden outburst

"Mommy and Daddy!" she whimpered "All I wanted for Christmas was mommy and daddy back."


I looked over at Jaime and Tony who both looked sadened by what they saw. A child who should be cheering about everything she's gotten is crying over the two thing taken from her just days before.

Her mother and her father

I want them back too baby girl." I whispered closing my eyes trying to supress the tears that were threatining to spill. "I want them back too."

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Notes

My heart broke writing this chapter. Poor poor Michelle crying on Christmas is just the saddest thing ever.

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