a story

Thanksgiving.... what do you have to be thankful for? When I was fifteen, i was awakened at about 5:30 am on Thanksgiving morning by my mother's boyfriend of the time. He told me there was an accident with my mother and I needed to get up. My first thought was, "Great, how bad is the van?" Well, not a problem with the van, it was that my mother had decided to slit her wrists at the bar that night. No one would tell me that until hours after I was awakened, but I was finally told. That was the last time that we had made plans to go to my grandmothers for Thanksgiving, and the world changed so much since then for me. Oscar Wilde wrote, "As children, we worship our parents as gods, but when we grow older, we see them for who they really are. Rarely, if ever, do we forgive them.