Tooele Transcript Bulletin – News in Tooele, Utah

December 22, 2011
The Best Present Ever

by Lalenia Durfee


I knew this Christmas was going to be different than the others because today my mom came home with my new adopted sister. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for another kid in the family. My father drank a lot. My mother and I finally left him when I was about four. My mother met another man around a year after. He was nicer. Okay, I’ll be honest, he was a lot nicer. They were married that following year.

The knock on the door brought a smile to my face. I had been waiting for my parents to return with my new adopted sister for about an hour. I sprinted down the winding stairs of my grandmother’s home and threw the brown door open. My mom and dad were standing in the doorway, and in my mother’s arms was a small baby girl wrapped in a warm, fluorescent pink blanket. Her blue eyes were closed as she slept soundly in my mother’s arms. My mother and father walked in and sat on the long brown couch in the main room of my grandma’s house.

“Her name is Willow,” my father said. “She is a year and four months old.”

“She’s so cute!” I replied.

“Come on, let’s take her home,” my mother suggested.

We drove home and settled down in bed. I fell asleep faster than I thought. I hadn’t noticed how tired I was while sitting on the stairs waiting, plus it was Christmas Eve, and Santa was coming.

I woke up to Willow in my room. She looked up at me and smiled, then said as well as she could, “Presents! Santa!”

I ran out of the room with Willow following, running as fast as she could, and when she fell on the ground, a laugh broke from her lips.

“Oops,” she said.

I laughed and picked her up, holding her in my arms. There were several presents under the tree wrapped in a beautiful red and green wrapping paper. Tied to the presents by a ribbon was a tag that read, “From: Santa. May you have a Merry Christmas!”

Willow made me laugh that entire Christmas Day. I had no idea that I was sick of spending Christmas as the only child. It was the best Christmas ever! Having Willow there with us, watching her smile and laugh, and watching her try to make out words and ending up saying things that made no sense. Just spending time with her and learning what kind of a child she was and what she enjoyed. I mainly loved it when she fell asleep in my arms smiling. That was better than any present I received.

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