I'm not going to Thanksgiving at my grandparents house. I'm not going to get to see my sister. I'm not going to get to spend time with the family I never see. I got up at 6 for nothing.

Why do I even bother?

I knew we weren't going to go. But then why was I so hopeful?

And of course seeing my obvious disappointment my mother sees fit to laugh and try to brush it off with some cheap 2 dollar gift at Wal*Mart?

Right.