Thanksgiving Chaos: Four Stories of Family Turmoil

The room softened with laughter as the kittens tumbled clumsily around Ava’s feet, sniffing at her toys and wobbling on their tiny legs. “We’ll figure this out together,” I said, stepping forward. “But for now, let’s make these little guys comfortable.”

By the end of the night, Linda’s laughter filled the room as she watched Ava play with the kittens.

It was the first time in a long while that she looked truly happy.

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