Chapter 95

It’s Christmas Eve and I smile when I glimpse a Santa Claus ringing a bell on the sidewalk. Pete isn’t doing it anymore, and that’s good because he was kind of sad as Santa, even though he was trying, in his own way. For sure, for me he’d been the best Santa ever. For me he’s been…the beginning of a lot of things. Pete gave me a new life. From nothing, in a moment. He picked me up from the sidewalk and gave me a house, a bed, food, his heart. Most of all his heart.

Maybe he is impulsive; the least diplomatic man on the earth, overprotective and stubborn, but he also has a big heart. He’s sweet, sincere, caring, and honest. And beautiful. And I love him so much.