Thank you for having me!

“Thank you for having us!” My father said. A show of white teeth. He said it was important to be polite. 

Even though we didn’t like the food.  
 
 
When I was 10 I went to a friend’s house for dinner. When my dad picked me up he said, “Did you thank them?” 

“Thank you for having me!” I said. 

Even though I felt awkward.   
 
 
When I was 13 I went for a girls sleepover. 

“Thank you for having me!” I said. 

Even though I didn’t have fun.   
 
 
When I was 16 I met a boy named Steven. He was so cute, everyone said. We ate dinner with his dad, who swore at his Mom.  

“Thank you for having me!” I said. 

Even though it made me uncomfortable.
 
 
When I was 17 I met a man named Bill. He bought me a margarita I think. I went home too late.  

“Thank you for having me.” I said.

 Even though I vomited on the sidewalk. 
 
 
When I was 18 I met a man named Roy. He said he loved me. 

“Thank you for having me.” I said. 

Even though I said no.

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