Thanksgiving? I have been stuck in this house for many months. Stuck is not the proper word. Self-imposed. That is better. I struggle with what has happened. Thanksgiving as a concept is not foreign. It is familiar. That is what strikes me as wrong. Why?
Melanie wants me to come over to her house for this holiday. I believe her parents will be there. Her parents? My Grandparent if I am her son. I don’t feel like a son but an outsider.
I promised I would go. The cab will pick me up at 10 am tomorrow.
What do you bring to something like this? That is where the familiarity with this ends. Do I buy a pie? Wine? Or do I just show up, the illegitimate son?
Not fair. She has never treated me like that. I have just put myself in that position.