Every year we stand in a circle. Holding hands and taking turns sharing what we are thankful for. My grandma always starts and as she speaks we all begin to tear up. We do this every year and every year it is just as heartfelt as the last. No matter where we go whether it be moving or just drifting away in our day to day life we always gather once again at the same place. At the same time. Every year. As we all hold hands we are all thankful. Our hearts are full and in that moment we forget our daily struggles and injustices and just remember that we have each other and for that we are thankful.
