Today is Thanksgiving. I am sitting here in my empty apartment. No family near nor friends. I am not close to any of my coworkers or fellow students to go to their home. Times like this makes me wish I went to church on a regular basis.

I get up to heat leftovers in the microwave. Today is about what I am thankful for. Although I am alone, I am thankful for my job as it allows me to have a roof over my head and food for my belly. I am thankful for the opportunity to travel and see the world. I am thankful for the opportunity to serve my country.

Wait...I hear knocking at my door. I go to the door and lo, my neighbors are there.

“We see you are by yourself this holiday. Come and spend it with us. We are more than happy to share it with you. ”

I agree and follow. Walking to their home, I think of how I am thankful for my neighbors. There are dishes upon dishes on the magnificent dining table. We laugh and converse with one another. After dinner, I thank them for inviting me over. This is the start of a wonderful friendship and tradition. More than all, I am thankful for being loved.

I just found out that I am pregnant. My first thought was ‘No! I cannot be pregnant. We were so careful!’ I was in a state of shock. I just could not understand how I was pregnant when I was on the pill and my boyfriend used condoms. I did not want to have a baby right now.

I got angry with my boyfriend, with my mom (she was the one who suspected that I might be pregnant), and with God (for allowing this to happen). I could not stop praying to God for me to have a miscarriage. I cried myself to sleep every night. The worst thing about all this wasn't the fact that I was pregnant, but that my boyfriend was not with me physically the entire pregnancy. I went to all the appointments by myself. I bargained with God. Soon I was house hunting for me. I didn't care anymore. I got everything needed for my baby.

My family was excited about the new baby, but could not be there for the birth. I went into labor three days after the baby' due date. I was in labor for 25 hours. When my baby decided to finally grace my presence, I did a complete 180. I went from not wanting this baby to loving her as soon as she was placed on my chest. Nine years later and I still love her so much.

My favorite letter of the cursive alphabet is the letter F. I love the flow of the letter when you write it. I love the aesthetics of the letter. It reminds me of water. How the water flows with no regards to anything, the cursive letter f is the same way. I love the loop de loop and its similarity to a rollercoaster. The cursive letter f is my favorite letter.

Excerpt from the dictionary: The definition of overrated is something that doesn't live up to its reputation or the hype surrounding it. An example of something that would be described as overrated is a restaurant that everyone says is delicious but which really is just OK.

Using the above definition and at the same time my opinion, Frozen is not overrated as it is a good movie with a great underlying lesson for us. What is truly overrated and redundant is the Frozen theme on everything.