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This year's Thanksgiving was better than what I've grown accustomed to. Either I was usually getting yelled at and smacked around by my dad, or I was just by myself thinking of the times when I used to actually have a family to spend it with. But this year I was able to be with the two people I loved the most: My brother Matthew, and my best friend Ashley. This time last year, I had no family. My mom died when I was thirteen, and since then my father disowned me and kept me and my brother apart. The rest of my family is either in Puerto Rico, or the United Kingdom. Most of them I've never even met.
Last year for the holidays, Ash spoke to her family about me... and everyone, even her mom, got pissed off. Her mother asked me to spend the holidays with them. At first I felt awkward because it wasn't even my own family, but they made me feel like I was part of them. They were so understanding and patient with me, and I love them for it. They gave the place a warm, loving atmosphere... and I hadn't felt that for years.
This year I had my brother... And again, I have Ashley to thank for that. She helped me get back in contact with him, and again I felt awkward. I didn't know what to say to him or how to act. I thought he was going to think negatively about me when he saw what I became. But he didn't. Instead of critizing, he hugged and kissed me... And when our father lashed out on me again while I was in the hospital near death, he stood up for me. Since then, he left his house and got a place of his own, then asked me to move in with him. So I spent it with him, and what I was really thankful for the most was for those two people being in my life.