Christmas at Aunt Ruth’s
I was twenty-two during the Christmas 1997. I was living at my adopt aunt’s house. Aunt Ruth took me in when my mother passed away in 1993. The day she took this picture, she was taking pictures of the whole house. Aunt Ruth had Manny and I who turned twenty-two back in October decorate the house inside and out for Christmas. The month before Christmas Manny and I had to pull out and set up the Christmas tree. Some of the decoration was handed made by Aunt Ruth. She would make these big balls made out of little plastic cups put together. She gad us hang them from ceiling with the popcorn streamers. Manny was sitting in family room and I just woke up from work. Aunt Ruth called us into the living room to get our picture taken. At the time Manny and I were fighting and arguing a lot at the time, and we’re not talking to each other. At first we did not want the picture taken, but since it was Christmas and the picture was for Aunt Ruth we agree and had the picture taken. Usually during Christmas since 1993 I would be depressed and upset. I normally wanted to be lefted alone, but Aunt Ruth would try to cheer me up. Christmas at Aunt Ruth’s was the best because the time I spent with her and Manny, The food she would make, and how she made me feel like family.
That morning I got up at six, I walked into the family room and Manny was sitting there watching TV. When he looked up he saw me and said “morning”. I nodded back and replied the same to him. After about 30 minutes Aunt Ruth got up, we both told her “good morning an merry Christmas” Then she went to the kitchen, and started pulling out the milk, eggs, bacon, and pancake batter. She was going to fix one of my favorite breakfasts. She asked me to pull out the waffle maker and get it warmed up. I started smelling the bacon cooking. I was thinking to myself “hmmm this is exactly what I wanted for breakfast.
When we finished breakfast the three of us went to the living room to have...