Thankful
Nov 21st, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I smell the turkey as my father carves each slice delicately. My
mother’s homemade mashed potatoes steaming, the butter melting down onto
my dish, makes my mouth water.
We can’t touch our food until the turkey is on the dish and the
Thanksgiving prayer has been said.
My younger brother squirms in his seat waiting to shovel stuffing into
his mouth.
“Okay, the turkey is carved,” my father says and clasps his hands
together and begins the prayer.
It’s not the food I realize that makes me happy. It’s the faces
surrounding me at this table that I’m thankful for.
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