Thanksgiving: A Short Story

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Having family to me mean sacrifices yourself just to make another happy, where you have to make decision which will hurt you inside, There are some people who were born to be unbelievable, and careless which is something that some of us can never understand, that why They live their life how they want and do whatever they want to people because they know there no consequences to it. To be honest, I don't know how can someone feel good by hurting others feeling. It all starts the day before thanksgiving, I was playing video game with my brother and my mom was on her cell phone talking to somebody, suddenly I heard the house phone right, it was my aunt from Pennsylvania. "Hello, How you are", " my aunt asked "I'm okay, how about you", " i replied. "I'm good, can i talk to your mom?" my aunt asked. " oh yeah, hold up", I replied. Hello, "OH MY GOD, IT'S BEEN SO LONG" "my Mom said. "OH god. i know right, But guess what me and Darius are coming over for thanksgiving" said my aunt. "OH your kidding, well alright, i have some stuff to go finish, ill see you tomorrow than" replied my mom. …show more content…

I left the house 1 hour early before my aunt and my cousin arrived at the house. I told my mom I was going out with my friend and I will to come back at four pm, but instead I went there and stay until 10 pm, so when I got back home, I was trying to sneak into my room so I wouldn't have to see my mom or my cousin because I wasn't in the mood for conversation. I open the door to my room and there he was bed playing in my PlayStation 3, I got angrier than I was, so I walked back out, I slept on the couch in the living