It was Thanksgiving Day, we had just finished dinner. The kids left the table and went to play with the toys they had found that morning under the tree. We took our own way in tradition, and since we had kids, we had always laid out toys and a set of pajama’s. The day was going fairly well, except for the fact, I seen him as an unwanted guest, but, it was my wife’s brother. I didn’t like the kid, he was 17 1 ⁄ 2 years old, didn’t mean I haven’t love him, but, I didn’t have to like him, at all.