My thanksgiving is typically pretty boring. It typically
consists of me sitting in a back room of my grandmother’s house, leaving the
room to eat maybe two things, then awkwardly sitting with my cousins who are
all 5-13 years older than me, and they are all guys. It really isn’t fun being
the only girl, and being the baby of the family. I am not a huge fan of the
holiday for many reasons. It is just another day for me to be asked by
everyone, “Do you know what college you’re going to?”, “Do you know what you’re
majoring in”, or “Do you have a boyfriend yet?” The answer has been no, still
is no, and will be no unless I say otherwise. I am also told that what I want to have as a
career is too impractical”, and I need to “have smaller ambitions”. I guess you
could say that I am an outcast in my family, and there is nothing I can do to
change that.
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