Our Therapists’ Kids

“I’m worried I’ll be alone for Christmas.”
“Georgia, no one is going to let that happen. If you get lonely, just come to my family’s, we’d love to have you. Or your boyfriend’s, or your godparents.”
“Yeah, I don’t know. I guess I’m not seeing clearly.”
All these different shapes of what happened before send me reeling.
She says, “You’re not crazy. We all have our things.
Christmas isn’t easy. The luckiest people on Christmas
are our therapist’s kids. That’s when they get the most business.”

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