Mummy and Daddy came by before they went to their Thanksgiving feast. Daddy didn't bake the turkey for the first time in years because of lil' ol' me. That way my mom and pop got to spend more time with me. Last night I smelled turkey and seasonings that wafted into the room, making me smile and making me hungry. I actually pulled out my third feeding tube because I didn't think the turkey would fit! I fussed a little when Mum, who the Caretakers call Julie, and Daddy, who the Caretakers call Mike had to leave. They almost always seem sad and there is a lot of water in their eyes. I see that a lot. They told me they were thankful for me, a type of gratitude they could only feel for me.
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