Holidays

Holidays that were

When November rolls around every year, there are always two dates on the calendar that matter – my birthday and Thanksgiving. ┬áThe first grows less significant each year as I reach the age where I start to pretend that I don’t have birthdays at all. ┬áThe latter, which is a holiday that’s supposed to be filled with gratitude and love and familial closeness, leaves me empty.

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