Christmas Eve

I've been in the hospital room for years. Today is Christmas Eve, and it's snowing heavily outside. Mom and Dad picked me up to stay home for a day. Dad cooked, and Mom was taking care of my illness. The caregiver came home and said I should go back. Mom pleaded with him, but he wouldn't listen, so they fought. Mom killed the caregiver. Dad told me not to worry and even made me turkey and roast meat. After eating my fill, Dad, Mom, and I slept in one bed. It was hot and warm, and I quickly fell asleep. The next day, I happily died.