That year we spent Christmas at the Mills' house. I slept in the basement of the Bountiful house. I couldn't keep it together, I was so wired in anticipation of Christmas day. Grandma woke up with me and made me some warm milk and sat with me at the table and talked me down from the Christmas high. I can't remember the words that were spoken, but I remember the calm and loving voice.
--Adam
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