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Im thinking of writing a little story, so here is the first part of it... please enjoy and no rude comments, but if u don't like it then u don't like it just say so, thank you

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“THANKSGIVING?”

Present Day

Nadine-Laramie-Durand

(hope-tears of love-lasting/enduring)

I was born just over 25 years ago on August 20 1987 so I guess that makes me 25 ha-ha, my parents were wonderful they helped make me who I am today. My dad was born in 1964 and raised on a farm, in the time where men didn’t really show their emotions too much, and women did most if not all of the work around the house. Or at least that’s how his parents where his dad (pepere) yelled, swung and barked orders; his mom (memere) told them what to do but not like his father, she was the one that gave them comfort, and cleaned up all the mess and helped out with all the chores. Where his father wouldn’t do anything if it was inside the house unless he wanted to do it (move furniture), if he was cutting up their latest trophy from a hunting trip or it was time to butcher one of the cows or pigs for their meat. My dad grew up ok, though he does has his faults, but doesn’t every parent? I mean my dad would beat up anyone that was bullying people around in school; he is a great cook all I have to say is “mmmm” and has a very creative mind when it comes to designing the yard. Though with that said he doesn’t clean up after himself at all well maybe about 95% of the time, also he tends to have a bit of a temper.

My mom born in 1965 has a different story behind her; she grew up mostly in cities. With her father (grandpa) being a teacher/guidance councillor, and her mom (grandma) being a registered nurse but let’s just call that RN for short. Even though my parents grew up in the same time frame they lived completely different lives, my mother’s parents did most things parents do ground them when they were in trouble, got them to do chores, didn’t smoke or drink too often; my memere and pepere where different memere smoked, pepere chewed tobacco and drank often enough; one major thing different between my memere and pepere and my grandparents is that my grandparents helped each other out my grandpa would pick up a dish and wash it even dust. Though by the stories my mom tells me from when she was younger she didn’t have a lot of confidence in herself, she started smoking cause it was “the cool thing to do” and probably to defy her parents. She seems like she has more now that she is older but she is still more on the shy side of the fence.

They met some time in 1984 ... I believe, not too sure on that. Anyways after that everything kind of just fell apart in a way, I am sure that they would have never dreamed their lives would end up how they did and in that is where the story of Thanksgiving comes in but not the usual thanksgiving story, my family’s story of Thanksgiving.