“Julian, do me proud.”

The crackly fireplace provided the only heat, warmth and comfort in the cold insides of the king’s majestic room.

Julian knelt facing towards the floor, a grave expression hung over him. His father lay on the throne, he was old but nonetheless grand. He was king. Even though his gnarly hands fought hard to hold on to the armrests, his determination and grit were worn ...

“Eleanor?”

“You can leave me alone in the room now, mom.”

My mom tilt her head and I saw her features soften. Hands around me, she brought me into a tight embrace before kissing the top of my head, as I whisper, “I love you.”

Hearing my own words out loud, and not just in my mind felt unfamiliar and new, like the first day of summer. Of course, I only have my mom to thank for tirelessly workin...

Santa Claus is real.

I know the story of Santa Claus. I know how he drops off gifts down my chimney every year, only if I’m a good kid though. I know he only gives me coal when I am naughty. I know he has reindeers, and I know he lives in the North Pole. I know he has a thick mustache and a plump body. I know Mama has to put up a Christmas tree and socks so that santa can put his gifts in ther...