Holidays can be odd. The day started off well enough, Rian allowed to steal my Father's luxury car and light enough of heart to speed the machine far along relatively empty freeways to San Marcos.
And then a lovely and detailed brunch cooked by Heartsister. Rian had pineapple and a Mimosa and a Buck's Fizz.
The brunch went perfectly until Heartsister discovered the gift she had long ago picked out and treasured for Rian had disappeared from beneath her tree.
We all searched high and low but could not find it for her. She wept and wept; it was something special.
How I dislike being the source of unhappiness, even not directly.

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