(No one will probably understand this, but I needed to get this out, and maybe you'll get a better sense of who I am, as a person.) So, whats the point of traditions? To do them for so many years until finally, one year, someone breaks the cycle and the whole practice is forgotten? I don't really get the point, I did when I was little, then 'the change' happened and I suppose I completely lost my sense of value, self-control, and family togetherness. Truth is, I am a completely different person now. Some things have changed for the better, others for the worse. I wish you could see that. I still love you.