I hate the holidays

This is me and my sister Alex, last Thanksgiving. She is always after me to make some thing of myself, she doesn't respect the choices I've made. I am who I am, I live the way thats right for me. I don't have to please her or my parents. I won't be seeing the family this year, it'll be such a relief.

anonymous submission
September 1996

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