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Thanksgiving was always a weird holiday for me. I’m Ryan, 27, and for most of my life, I’ve kind of felt like the background character in my own family. Not hated, just tolerated. My sister Jenna was the golden child, my mom’s mini-me, perfect grades, perfect fiancé, the whole deal. Meanwhile, I was the quiet one, the artist, the one who, according to my Uncle Steve, “never really grew up.” Every year he hosts Thanksgiving.

And every year I drag myself there because, well, tradition, right? This year felt different. I hadn’t heard anything about the dinner. No invite, no family group text. At first, I figured maybe they assumed I’d just show up. But then I saw photos on Jenna’s Instagram: the long table already set, the turkey carved, everyone dressed up, laughing.

It was clearly planned. I stared at that picture for a long time. I gave myself every excuse to believe it wasn’t what it looked like. Still, I got in my car and drove to Uncle Steve’s place. It was only twenty minutes away. I told myself if I was wrong, I’d laugh it off and sit down like nothing happened.

But the second I pulled into the driveway, the cold air outside felt warmer than what was waiting for me. Uncle Steve met me at the edge of the driveway. He didn’t even wait for me to get out of the car. He just walked up, arms crossed over his beer belly, that smug little grin on his face.

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Thanksgiving was always a weird holiday for me. I’m Ryan, 27, and for most of my life, I’ve kind of felt like the background character in my own family. Not hated, just tolerated. My sister Jenna was the golden child, my mom’s mini-me, perfect grades, perfect fiancé, the whole deal. Meanwhile, I was the quiet one, the artist, the one who, according to my Uncle Steve, “never really grew up.” Every ...

And Every Year I Drag Myself There Because, Well, Tradition,

And every year I drag myself there because, well, tradition, right? This year felt different. I hadn’t heard anything about the dinner. No invite, no family group text. At first, I figured maybe they assumed I’d just show up. But then I saw photos on Jenna’s Instagram: the long table already set, the turkey carved, everyone dressed up, laughing.

It Was Clearly Planned. I Stared At That Picture For

It was clearly planned. I stared at that picture for a long time. I gave myself every excuse to believe it wasn’t what it looked like. Still, I got in my car and drove to Uncle Steve’s place. It was only twenty minutes away. I told myself if I was wrong, I’d laugh it off and sit down like nothing happened.

But The Second I Pulled Into The Driveway, The Cold

But the second I pulled into the driveway, the cold air outside felt warmer than what was waiting for me. Uncle Steve met me at the edge of the driveway. He didn’t even wait for me to get out of the car. He just walked up, arms crossed over his beer belly, that smug little grin on his face.