I am thankful for my family.

Well, I’m going to try to make this as non-cliche as possible because I hate being cliche. At the same time, is it even possible to talk about being thankful for your family at Thanksgiving without sounding completely trite?I am, though. I’m thankful that my parents are not just my parents but my friends. I’m glad they give me advice when I ask for it but give me space to make my own decisions. I’m thankful they put me through college, both undergrad and grad school, because they wanted me to pursue my dream.

I’m thankful for my younger brother who’s really the best friend I have. I love hanging out with him more than almost anyone: we just get each other. I’m thankful he listens to me go on and on about my latest crisis and calmly gives me his thoughts. I’m thankful he has better taste than I do and helps me pick stuff out.

Most of all, I’m thankful that my family’s not perfect but that they’re perfect for me. I’m thankful they bring out the best—and sometimes worst—in me because I need that. I love them, and I’m glad to share Thanksgiving with them.

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