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Note: This is a redone version. If there's still any mistake, point them out to me so I may correct them when I have time. Thank you for your time and patience.
Chapter 4: Demyx's Wisdom
I searched for awhile until I came upon the living room. I found Demyx doing something. I guess he was dancing; I could hear music.
"Hey Demyx, just what are you doing," I asked
"I'm playing Dance Dance Revolution. It's really fun. Wanna join, Zexy?" Demyx said all on one breath.
"No thanks," I patiently said, "I want to ask you something."
"Fire away."
"Why don't you mind anything? You seem so happy that we are having turkey loft instead of a regular turkey. And everyone's arguing didn't even phase you."
Demyx stopped playing his DDR game and turned to face me.
"It's like I said before in the kitchen. We should be happy with whatever we have. This is Thanksgiving, you know. We should be thankful for friends, family, and the ability to enjoy having a good time around the dinner table. It's not how much you have; it what you do with what you have that matters."
Demyx then smiles and says, "Besides, I really wanna try that turkey loft. It really does look yummy."
I just stared at him for a few minutes and I laughed. Demyx was right, oddly enough. Thanksgiving should be about thanks for what you have, family and friends. It's not just about the turkey or stuffing.
"What's so funny, Zexy?" asked Demyx.
"Nothing," I replied, "though, I think we should get back to the kitchen and get some food. We might not get anything, knowing Axel.
"Yeah, Axel's stomach is like a bottomless pit," laughed Demyx.
I guess this Thanksgiving is not going be so bad after all.
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