Thanksgiving

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I breathe in and out, and watch as you struggle to do the same.

I look deeply into eyes that have seen and experienced too much. I see the creases and furrows that weave across your brow like a poorly tended bramble. You have too many scars for someone so young.

I know I am going home to Turkey and Pumpkin pie…you know it too. The awkwardness sits heavy between us and you cut through it with a gentle smile…it’s…