A survivors diary of her Thanksgiving day:
November 25, 2004
Thanksgiving Day
It started out a normal Thanksgiving. Cleaning the house, taking a break to talk with some friends, and overall just having a good time. Then...they came. The families from the North. They flooded the driveway and barged up the stairs of the front porch. With a simple ring of the door bell they were soon invited inside. Chaos flooded the house. My own sanctuary was taken away. The only place that was safe..my room. I was stuck in the middle of two of the cousins on the couch. The constant babble of who was the best music group (N'Sync and the Backstreet Boys) almost drove me to the brink of insanity. But what finally pushed me was the Kiddy Table. An innocent 16 year old forced to sit with squabbling children from the ages of 4-13. But I knew that if I could make it to dessert my freedom would not be far off. And finally after agonizing hours of family togetherness I was released from my bonds and hurried to my room as fast as I could. If only I had to deal with this once a year. But no...those bastards had to go and put Christmas into the works. And even now my fate is being decided for that holiday of "Joy".
D.A. a survivor.
Abstract Optimism Community Member 
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