I still remember that Thanksgiving with a clarity that refuses to fade. Some memories soften with time. This one didn’t. It stayed sharp, uncomfortable, and unexpectedly important. Growing up, Thanksgiving wasn’t a holiday in my house; it was a date on the calendar we ignored because we had no reason to celebrate it. My mom worked double shifts to keep the rent paid, and most years we’d eat whatever was cheapest and quickest. No turkey, no pie, no special anything. I used to convince myself I didn’t care, that traditions were overrated. But deep down, I always felt that familiar sting of being on the outside looking in…..CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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