I see those family photos where everyone looks perfect. The perfect fucking family. Makes me sick. Makes me even more ill when its my own damn family. Except its not my immediate family. My mother, father, sister, and I never took family photos. We had no need to pretend. We weren't perfect you could see it in the scars, the bruises, the way we spoke to each other. So why put on a mask for the world to see? But I shouldn't bash on it since 80% of American families do this. Maybe out of that 80 there are a couple of families that aren't putting on a show. Aren't trying to prove to us that they're fine and perfect.
I'll never understand the tradition.
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