I can feel the tension rip through the entire table. My mother stares desperately into her salad; my brother rolls his eyes at my sister who sits fuming beside me; my father turns a peculiar shade of purple. Thus, a typical dinner at the Nelson’s devolves into heated debate. Sitting at the worn kitchen table, my family is gesticulating passionately over their forgotten plate of meatloaf. While opinions are flung wildly and political beliefs come out swinging, I enter...

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