Thanksgiving: A Thanksgiving Day In My Family

There is a strong aroma of turkey cooking slowly, brownish gravy bubbling in the pot, and just a hint of sweet, savory cranberry sauce filling the air. All these smells gathering together is causing an overpowering feeling of hunger. The kitchen is filled with activity as my mother and father move throughout the kitchen as if they were racing against the clock. I, along with my two sisters are found in the dining room setting up the big, darkly stained dining room table with the fine china plates that we only use once a year. You know, the ones with the intricate designs of flowers wrapping around each other, etched around the entirety of each individual glass, plate, and dish. It is Thanksgiving morning in my house and every year it starts

It is November 27th, Thanksgiving Day, a cool day outside where one could get by wearing jeans and a sweater if they wanted. My two siblings and I are searching the closet for the sea of forks, knives and spoons located in a big, leather trunk with a large golden buckle on the front. Again, just like every year, we are to drape the white table cloth on the table and set up the silverware, forks on the left and the shiny new knives on the right. “I did my part I’m done” or “can you get out of my way already” can be heard coming from the dining room. From the kitchen, conversations aren 't sounding much better. Confusion over who was to put the flaky croissants in the oven at 9:30 am has led to an argument between my mother and

There are mashed potatoes, sliced carrots, slices of freshly cooked turkey, bread and cranberry sauce spread on the table ready to be eaten. My father sits at the head of the table along with my mom at the other end. I sit on the right side where there is only one chair with my two siblings sitting right across from me just like last year, and the year before and so on. It is at this point always that my family is the closest and most connected. Prior arguments are dissolved and everyone gets along. There are conversations about the football game on television, quietly playing in the background, and stories from college and whether or not to give in to our dog looking for scraps by the side of the