My Thanksgiving went much better than I had ever anticipated. Around 09:20 AM that Thursday morning, I went to a job interview at the McDonald’s located on 2840 Greenmount Ave. The interview went pretty well and thankfully I got the job and I start next week. Afterwards I came back home and wished some family and friends including Teon a Happy Thanksgiving. Then I went to my mother’s house around 02 PM for some of her homemade cooking. Kenneth, my brother, is in town for the holiday and our family had our first Thanksgiving meal with two new additions to the table—Michael and Jamal, my mother’s foster kids. After dinner, we had a good time reliving past events. We talked for hours about Michael and his inadequacies, to drugs, alcohol, and even gambling and I enjoyed every minute of it. I didn’t leave the house—with my own sweet potato pie and food in tow—until about 09:00 PM much later than I had anticipated.
Before I go, I just have to say how proud I am of my brother. He’s living on his own in Atlanta, GA, so far from home, and doing well. He’s already on his third car and has disposable income to blow on stupid stuff (like cars, Mac Books, iPads)—he reminds me so much of myself at his age, 22. Although I didn’t nearly have as much confidence and swag as he has. He’s always been the brave one having several friends. He just fits in so easily unlike me. I’ve always been the quiet and antisocial one. I’m much more like my father, although I don’t think my dad was that quite of an introvert. Kenneth is living life to the fullest, getting high on drugs and life and I wish I was that free-spirited. I’m too much of a control freak. Even though I’m the older brother, I have always looked up to Kenneth and I still do. I’m so happy that he’s doing so well and I pray that he doesn’t fall from grace much like I have, although I doubt he ever will. Too many people are on his side.