my thanksgiving

Before I went home for thanksgiving, I made up my mind to catch up on my sleep as much as i could. One night, we came home from dinner at 7 and weren't doing anything special, and I was feeling a little sleepy, so I decided I would go take a nap. Well, I ended up not waking up until 11 the next morning. I was quite proud of myself for going to bed so early, even though I didn't mean to. Normally, at school, I will not go to bed before two in the morning most nights. i noticed my family started acting a little suspicious around me, but i thought maybe I was imagining things. finally my sister approached me. She told me that the whole family thought I was depressed because I slept so long. I tried to convince her that I am not in fact depressed at all, then she asked me if I was hungover. I told her I wasn’t hungover either, but she still seemed a little suspicious. She said if I need to talk to her about anything, she’s here for me. I thanked her and asked her to leave me alone. Then I thought for a minute. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if my family thought I was depressed. But I realized that is a very evil thought to think, and I am a very bad person to think it. We had our thanksgiving meal which was quite scrumptious; we had lamb instead of turkey because my family doesn’t like to be conventional, I didn’t eat it but I’m sure it was yummy. I did have a lot of cheesecake, though. Mmmm cheesecake. Anyway, after dinner, we said what we are thankful for as we ate our cheesecake and pumpkin pie. yum. After that, my mom left for a few minutes and came back with a handful of tiny pieces of paper. She told my sister to take a number. My sister gave her a dirty look and told her to stop being weird. I was about to reach for her hand, but of course then my sister wanted to play. She took a number, then me, then the rest of us. The numbers corresponded with the gifts we were to receive. I was not very happy to see that my sister received an enormous makeup case, and I received a bath ball and two chocolates. Let me rephrase that. I was pissed off, it wasn’t fair she didn’t even want to play! I said so, but my dad just said “oh, Marsha Marsha Marsha!!” like he always does when I’m jealous of my sisters. I hate when he does that. But I didn’t want her stupid makeup case anyway. Ok, I got a little off-topic I see. But you see everything comes together. I am thankful that my family is a little “out there,” and that they care about me enough to think that I might be depressed. It’s touching really. And I am VERY thankful for cheesecake.