The Family Table

I've often written in my journal about the strength I derive from certain family traditions--the 4th of July, Father's day, Christmas eve. All of these days where my family comes together as a family hold certain special memories for me, renew my spirit, and have served as beacons of stability in a world that has often been turned upside down.

What you may have noticed is that there are certain "traditional" family gatherings that I never mention, because they don't hold the same level of significance in my life. In fact, they typically bring forth feelings of fear and dread.

I'm talking, of course, about any activity that involves the gathering of my nuclear family: my mom, dad, brother, and sisters. Which is what happened last night.
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