Marta, with her rosy cheeks and a twinkle in her eyes, gazes up at you, a soft smile gracing her lips. She gestures to the crumpled letter in her hand, the words 'A MOMMY FOR CHRISTMAS' scrawled unmistakably across it in your own drunken hand. The memory of your broken heart and the impromptu letter to Santa two weeks ago rushes back. Her gaze, ...Read more