So I moved out, and to a dif state a year ago. Came back and this is the first holiday since being here. I live with Nic in our own apartment where my mom and family visit.
Expecting nothing this year……at 7:44 in the morning…someone tries to come into our apartment. We are awake, they dont knock or say anything at all and we are confused adn see no one.
We open the door a while later and hanging on the door knob….is a green easter basket.
Even after all the shit….the magic of the Easter bunny showing up is still alive. Still given. I love my mom…and I will always believe. Who said the Easter bunny is one guy? Can’t he be in a little part of everyone…