My Least Favorite Holiday - Haven

   Moving from feigned intolerance or slightly-real-but-not-overwhelming intolerance, yay!
   I never really "got" thanksgiving as a child, and it never got any better growing up. In fact, my *ahem* favorite times during thanksgiving was back in Florida, wherein our family of my parents and two half brothers would travel to a relative's home (usually a grandparents) and have dinner with cousins and uncles while the kids (me being the oldest out of my cousins) ran and played outside. I never really liked ham, turkey, or sweet potatoes, but I enjoyed the time with my younger cousins.
   As time took it's course we became more distant from each other. Although several members of our family moved to Kentucky as well we didn't share a thanksgiving with our cousins nearly as often. My first year in this state reduced the dinner table to five, four adults and me. Later on my eldest brother left one night and the count was reduced to four as well moved to an apartment (the same one we reside in today). 
   It's here where my other brother met his girlfriend, who had children from a previous relationship, and I had one thanksgiving interacting with kids again. Of course, these apartments aren't too great, so they ended up moving to a new complex, taking my brother with them.
   So now we arrive at today, a small group of three who rarely eat together anyway, with a teenage girl who doesn't like the taste of thanksgiving meats. And now on reflection she only thinks on how the holiday reminds her on how her family drifted apart with only memories and a blog post to show for it.
   It can't be all bad, I suppose. My father bribed my with presents to eat with him on thanksgiving.  Here's hoping he remembers.