Growing up, my mom never let us have a puppy. I remember one Christmas long ago, my older sister and I thought 100%, that we were going to get a puppy. We stayed up all night Christmas Eve, wishing, praying, hoping... excited of what we'll find when dawn comes. Christmas morning... we hurriedly ran downstairs, to the tree, near the fireplace and looked... and looked.. and looked. Nothing. I think that was when I finally believed Santa Claus didn't exist.
Years past, and we kept trying. Almost had a chance, but of course like many parents it was, "maybe next time but not now." Middle School and beginning of Highschool rolls around. My older s