Living Amid the Myths

I don't even need this curse to be happy or say why I'm happy.

I'm happy that I have such good friends like Mat and Tony and Abby and Chuck and Shin and Ianto and Barnabas and, oh, I can't even list them all!

And I'm so happy that my friends made me my beautiful house last year so I can be inside and still feel safe and I can lie on my bed and watch the stars or the wind blowing through the trees or the storms!

And I'm happy to be able to have the river and the forest and the trees and that I feel comfortable and safe there and I'm happy I get to work at the Library with all the BOOKS and that the Library likes me.

And that people like me here and I'm safe.

And so, so many other things!

ETA: And 'Mana! How could I forget to put in her? And our horse! See! I knew I'd forget all sorts of things and people, but they all make me happy even if I forget to put them here!

Thanksgiving was always kind of the best holiday. The soup kitchens had the best food then and the store owners would sometimes sneak the kids a little something and people were a little nicer - you could sometimes even get someone to let you sleep in a warmish warehouse that weekend. For nothing, even.

Long as you were smart enough to be gone before things started up again that Monday.

Christmas was never so good because everyone was too busy with their own things and they'd already spent tons of money. And 'cause Dad always started drinking mid-December and usually ended up locked up somewhere off and on which meant I couldn't even try and stay at a shelter. Too many questions and it wasn't safe to be little and there alone.

No matter where we ended up though, there were always a handful of kids in the same boat. And you know, for a price you could usually get somebody to look the other way so you all could be a little bit out of the cold. Luckily, Dad never really went anywhere that was super cold. Snow... that would have been really bad.

But Thanksgiving... Thanksgiving could be pretty good.