I like celebrating Thanksgiving. Not because of its history and its roots, for I wouldn’t think of celebrating the holiday if that was the case. I celebrate Thanksgiving because of what it means to me. I like to be grateful for everything in life, but Thanksgiving serves as a reminder of just how much there is to be thankful for. When I think about the food that’s going to be served on the kitchen table, I also remember that there are people who won’t have the same opportunity. There are individuals who are in a hospital bed, a jail cell, or lying on the street right now. I have a roof above my head, I am provided with food and clothing, and I’ve been fortunate enough to be surrounded by people who love and support me. For that, I am eternally grateful, especially so on days like today.
Thanksgiving is a day I send my friends paragraphs, expressing my love and appreciation for them. My friends’ reactions to it bring me joy for they deserve the immense appreciation that goes towards them. Thanksgiving is the day where everyone is home, and we all get to eat together as a family. No one’s at school, or at work, or taking a nap. Everyone in the household is at the same place, at the same time, enjoying the great meal. Thanksgiving, in my experience, is a day filled with happiness. It’s a day where some friends and family gather. It’s a day where I am reminded that everything, even those that seem ‘little’, counts, and that there is great importance in being grateful for it all.
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