This story is short and not vary well written.


I woke up shivering, cold, and lonely. My husband is in Iraq fighting for our country and I miss him so much. I sat up in bed to see the small frame of my daughter in bed next to me. I smiled slightly. She reminded me of Kendall so much, they have the same hair and both make the same face when they're sleeping.

"Papa?" Her voice was gentle and soft. Her eyes fluttered open and that's when I lost it. Tears began streaming down my face. Her bottle green eyes filled with concern. "Papa, No, don't cry." She sat u and scooted closer to me. "There's no crying on Christmas."

She was right, but I couldn't help it. My husband isn't here and I miss him so much. "I know sweetie but I miss your daddy."

Her mouth twitched and I immediately regretted saying that. "Baby girl don't cry, He'll be home soon." She nodded and whipped her eyes. "Lets go open presents." She smiled and jumped of the bed. She ran out of the room and down the stairs with me fallowing behind her.

I sat on the couch as she looked threw her stockings. "Papa, Look!" She held up a big chocolate bar and licked her lips. She acted just like her father.

"I see." After opening many presents and drinking a glass of milk Lisa was out. She slept in my arms as I gently ran my gingers threw her soft dirty blonde hair.

I thought back to the first Christmas with Lisa. She was so small and young, but some how she remembered it. Kendall promised he wouldn't leave us but he did.

Tears threatened to fall but I refused to let them "Kenny, When are you coming home?" I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. They spilled out of my eyes and my vision quickly became blurry.

"I'm already there." Kendall's voice said from behind me.