I don’t remember exactly how old O was when I found out Santa wasn’t real. I think I was around 9 or 10 years old. I do remember on Christmas Eve I went down stair to get something to drink and as I walked down the stairs I felt a cool breeze. Remind you I’m half asleep as I walk towards the kitchen I peek around the corner to see where the breeze is coming from and behold it’s my mom and her boyfriend with the front door open. I can see the car is backed up to the front door and they’re bringing in presents. So I proceeded to get me something to drink and went back upstairs. The next day I asked my mama why were they bringing gifts in from the car and she just straight up and told me the was no Santa. I was more upset that she had lied to me this entire time.