Rene Vera Jr.

It was a cold, December night as I snuggled myself between two warm and cushiony gifts below the Christmas tree. The scent of pine was in the air, and a slight glimmer shone from the hallway nightlight, which the Martins would leave on for the comfort of the children. There weren't many gifts below the old tree this year, but the love for each other in this household was unmatched, and I was proud to be a part of it.