These are the things I am grateful for:

The way a toilet paper roll can unravel;
The taste of my aunt's cooking;
The way my father makes fun of me;
The way I can tell all my secrets to Day;
The way I can slug Jo around to eat and play;
The small frame of my grandmother;
The way the sun hits all the children in the playground;
The little texts Alice sends me;
The way I can still reach into the past;
The way glass feels when it's cold;
The way laughter and sleep can erase away the hopelessness.