SodaPop Curtis

“I never had one.” She whispers.

“Had what?” I said,walking through the rows of pine trees all lined up.

“A Рождество Tree.” Y/N mutters.

I turn around, mouth open. “Really?”

She nods her head. “Daddy was so drunk he didn’t even know it was Christmas… And mom didn’t have the money anyways.” She says casually, fingering one of the branches of a tree.

“Well that’s going to change. We’ll get one every year, I promise.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“My dad сказал(-а) that.” She сказал(-а) quietly. “So really really?”

“Really really.” I smile, pulling her into a hug.

“Can...