How a Christmas Gift with a Secret Meaning Saved My Life

<p>It was the year we murdered a tree for Christmas.</p> <p>Daddy made me hold the Douglas fir while he attacked at its base. The tree&rsquo;s perfume made me fall in love. As it broke at the bottom, its woody tendrils shrieked as it let go. I let go, too, and Daddy yelled at me. We dragged the tree out of the forest, leaving a trail of needles as if the poor thing hoped it might find its way back.</p> <p>I was thirteen, and I&rsquo;m sure Dad thought I was gay. He saw my horror as he made me do manly things. He no doubt thought it was his duty.</p> <p><a href="https://pinkhairandpronouns.com/how-a-christmas-gift-with-a-secret-meaning-saved-my-life-fde412064595"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>
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