Since it was a whining, whinging moment for the majority of what I considered the loser brigade, I kept my mouth shut. I ended up feeling bad for them. One of the girls had to deal with a drunk father and a boy talked about the family fights. Tom just said he worked a lot and then passed to Harry who listed all the movies he’d seen at the local theater. He’d pretty much hung out there for hours rather than go to the Army base with his sister or visit the relatives who hadn’t wanted him when she was in Afghanistan. How could I say anything? Okay, so I had to deal with the Jamisons, but they weren’t a big deal. I had an amazing holiday. I wasn’t the only one. I noticed Vicky didn’t have much to say either. Finally, our therapist got to me. “Sierra, do you have anything to share?” I shook my head. “Nope. Ask Vicky.” “Thanks a lot.” Vicky giggled. “My stepdad barely showed up so we had a great time without him. I got a puppy. My brothers and sisters gave me a ton of presents for him.
