I've never been a fan of Thanksgiving, for the fictitious story fed to us as children but also, for celebratory purposes. I don't like a lot of the foods served. My family doesn't go all out for it but we do something so my mother has photos to post on f*******:. As soon as I get home, I'm rushed into the holiday. My mom forces me go shopping with her even though my perfectly good 16 year old sister is more than capable. It's not like I just arrived home with a bunch of things to bring upstairs.
"Run to the store with me," my mom insists as she grabs her keys. I sigh and drop my bags on the living room floor. Dominic is returning to his car from helping me bring my bags to the porch when my mom spots him.
"Dom!" I sigh as she over-dramatically opens her arms for a hug. He accepts it grac
