The fact that people came to our house meant that my mom was special for living here. She was providing an environment in which no other relative could replicate: true family history. I used to love this fact. I wanted to help make others feel like they're coming home for Christmas, too. I used to feel genuine joy from seeing relatives I don't normally get to see. Every year, I would send them thank you cards, commenting on how I hope to see more of them during the year, as well. I thought I had a real family.