Don’t Forget the Stuffing
I have a wonderful family. A family that has been with me through thick and thin. Through multiple divorces several deaths of pets, and also the loss of a limb. One of these family members is my aunt Lucinda. She actually donated her kidney to me two years ago. Had it not been for her generosity I would not be here today. Last year on Thanksgiving Lucinda invited everyone to her house for dinner. When we arrived there, we were welcomed with a warm greeting. She took our coats and invited us to the living room. In that room she had placed several appetizers out for us to enjoy and indulge ourselves on while she worked hard in the kitchen. When it came time for us to eat we all sat down to a gloriously decorated table. As I scanned the table I noticed one major item was missing, the stuffing. I immediately stood up and said “Lucinda did you forget the stuffing”. She looked at me and said “oh my goodness I forgot to make it”. It was at that point I knew the devil himself lived within the soul of my aunt Lucinda. Nevermind the fact that she gave me her kidney, stood by me through several divorces, let me live in her house for eight years while I tried to get my life together, and even became my right arm when I lost it in a tragic accident involving silly putty. Her lack of forethought in Thanksgiving dinner, and putting stuffing on the table shows me that I can no longer depend on her for anything. She might as well be dead. My family does not understand this extreme hate that I now have my aunt Lucinda. You may not either. But that does not matter. All that matters is that I know the truth.
