Olivia dreams of a white Christmas, with snowflakes falling from the sky. She anticipates savoring her mother's delicious, perfectly baked, colorful cakes.
The small girl loved life at first. Then, as she became a teenager, things began to fall apart.
The woman could not take another swollen, black eye or bloody nose. She could not take another blue and purple bruise from Eddie Sr.'s stained, bloody knuckles.
Olivia's blissful Christmas has become dim. The woman lived in an invisible disguise, unrecognizable inside and out.