I hate Christmas. It's the day that my mother left me for another job, leaving me at 15 years old with my 3 siblings. At 18, I had to be the parent. The mother. I had to work 10 hours, leaving my brother with two of my younger siblings. And the star cursed our family with Charleston, my gay brother. He is clearly a makeup artist at 16, why can't he do his makeup himself? Kenny, is my 12 year old brother, he's such a crybaby, he's sensitive. My 7 year old sister is Charlize, she's autistic and whenever she cries, she throws up. And I had no time to take care of them, and I have to stay up all night to keep them comfortable, we only have a little firewood. I'm always the last person to leave my work and every Christmas, I never joined my siblings on the dinner table. Oh, my name? Hi, I'm Kiki.

DECEMBER 9, 16 DAYS LEFT BEFORE CHRISTMAS / NIGHTTIME

finally, I'm in bed!

knocking on the door...

fuck. I need to get that.

I open the door, it's Charleston.

“Heyyy, sis... Sorry to disturb you, Charlize threw up again. And Kenny is crying, he had a nightmare.”