thanks for the Chicken Soup
Oct 27, 2020
3 minutes
BY CAROL FLEISCHMAN, NIAGARA FALLS, NEW YORK
ILLUSTRATION BY SUSANNA HARRISON
HEN I WAS growing up, Thanksgiving Day meant a houseful of people. So when it looked as if my husband, Don, and I were going to be eating alone, it just seemed natural to invite Justin. He was an international student working toward a degree in physical therapy and had an internship at our gym. “He’s so far from his home
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