Chapter 118 Emily Walker

• Months went by, Tom was turning eight months old, he was so clever and crawling everywhere. Larissa was almost turning six years old and we decided to celebrate her birthday with the end-of-year parties, since a few days later it would be Christmas.
• My father found it ridiculous, saying that she would notice that we were trying to save on presents. Whenever he came up with this argument, I would start laughing at him.
• "Dad, think about it from your perspective, it would be two presents," I say while standing on a stool, finishing decorating our Christmas tree with ornaments.