Thanksgiving…

Of ‘09 was possibly the WORST one ever, besides Thanksgiving of ‘04 of course. My grandpa and I took the train to Mt. Prospect, where we were going to spend the holiday at my Uncle Warren’s house. When we got there, there weren’t many people there yet, just my uncle and his wife, kids and grandkids. Even when the house was filled though, I still felt completely and utterly alone. I tried to avoid conversation as much as possible. It was my first Thanksgiving without any of my sisters or my mom there, and I’m not going to lie, it sucked so hard. People kept trying to engage me in conversation at first, but once they heard my short, robotic responses, and saw my lame excuse for a smile they left me alone. It was a combination of the fact that I didn’t know anybody, and maybe just their energies that made me so reclusive. How I wish I was like my sister Missy sometimes, who is a person magnet. But then again, I don’t think I would’ve liked anybody anyways.  What I’m about to say, I’m absolutely serious about, so don’t laugh: I think they were too white. They seemed so uppity, and happy. It was annoying. And they didn’t feel bad about lying either. One person, who’s name I can’t remember, before leaving, told me it was nice to meet me. I KNOW that’s a lie, because i did not even interact with the person at all. I’d rather be told that it wasn’t nice to meet me because I was so shy, than be lied to. Anyways, my point is, I just wish i had been able to spend the tragic holiday with my REAL family, not those fake, white people.