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“Kim, you have ten minutes to come downstairs! We will not be late for this dinner!” Trying to ignore her high-pitched voice, I make my way into my room. As I walk through the matte, mulberry-colored door, I see the hideous floral sundress that my mother has gently placed on my bed. What is the point of this stupid dinner? All I want is to be able to eat what I want, when I want. Why can’t she understand that? Dad would have understood. I just want to stay within my paisley walls, lights dimmed, and not worry about anything at all.
Slipping into this beautiful dress, I feel a gnawing, piercing pain in my stomach… Crap. I’m hungry. I instantly start thinking about all the different foods that will be at this grand Thanksgiving dinner. I can
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already smell the crisp, freshly baked turkey. See the cake, a handcrafted masterpiece golden brown and as fluffy as a pillow. Taste the sharp tang of the cranberry juice. Then, I mistakenly get a glimpse of myself in my mirror and I am appalled. I see the remains of the wheat waffle I had for breakfast on my arms. The 20-oz. diet soda pushing against the lily-print bow on my stomach. The coffee sticking to my thighs. I immediately look away; I’ve lost my appetite. “Mom, I don’t feel well. Can I stay at home?” I groan. “No, Kim, you are not getting out of this this time!” As I hesitantly walk downstairs, I see my mother beaming, clearly in awe of how beautiful I look. Unamused, I glare at her. As we make our way next door, I wonder what they’re going to think of me. Are they going to notice the pancake stack under my chin? Or the way my thighs rub together beneath the hem of my dress? I can feel my heart pounding through my temples as thoughts flood my mind. As we take our shoes off at the door, Mr.
and Mrs. Rowley welcome us warmly. Mom pushes me to hug them both, but I simply let their arms fold around me, while mine stay planted at my sides, covering my love handles. They direct us to the dinner table. My feet drag against the harsh, brown carpet; my eyes stay glued to it. I look up, and in front of me, there is this feast. I guess I could be somewhat excited deep, deep, deep down—but it will never be as good as the Thanksgiving dinners we had when Dad was here.
We sit at the table, and the smell of all the food hits me. Everything that I imagined earlier is now a reality. Too bad I’m not in the mood to devour it… While Mrs. Rowley goes into the kitchen, Mr. Rowley attempts to be humorous with me. “Don’t look so sad. We’ll be eating soon.” I stare at him as leans over and nudges me. My mother laughs to fill the silence and knees me in the leg. “She’s shy,” she says, after I remain silent. Mr. Rowley chuckles. “It’s okay to be a little quiet. That ain’t never hurt
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nobody.” Mrs. Rowley returns and finds a seat next to her husband. “Let’s dig in!” My mother slaps a huge turkey leg onto my plate. Next to it, she places three slices of honey-glazed ham. Then she piles on buttery mashed potatoes mixed with green beans and soggy carrots. I am overwhelmed. My hunger intensifies, but to my left, I see my distorted figure in a glass. I stare at it, shutting out the background noise. Why can’t I be happy with myself anymore? “Mom, can I be excused, please?” “No, honey, you haven’t even touched your food yet! Just eat half of it.” “I told you I was feeling sick before we got here. If I eat this, I’ll vomit.” “Please, just have some of it.
For the sake of our generous neighbors.”
Too afraid of how they image of me would change as I take the chance and stuff my face I simple separate the beans from the carrots, take four small bites of potato, and ask to be excused again. “Okay, hun,” my mother sighs, disappointed. “You can go into the living room until we’re finished.” As I timidly push my chair back, the Rowleys smile sympathetically. “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Rowley. The food was fantastic.”
They keep smiling, but I can tell that they’re confused; they know I didn’t eat that much. Mrs. Rowley says, “Feel better!” As I turn away, Mr. Rowley says softly to my mother, “It’s okay if she doesn’t feel like eating with us. Kids are so much more different now than how we used to be.”
As I walk through the doorway of their living room, I hear them continue to talk about me. “Your daughter is so beautiful,” Mrs. Rowley says. “So tall and lean, with those endless limbs. It’s a shame that it’s too late for me to look like that, but I can definitely see all the students in her school trying to be just like
her…” My mom replies, “I’m worried about her, though. After her father moved out, she has really changed for the worst. Every time I try to do something for her so that she can have great memories with other people like she use to with her dad, just makes her shuts down…” Pretending not to overhear their conversation, I continue to slowly walk away. I toss my body on the plastic covered couch and the only thing that comes to mind is the fact that I know that I will never be as happy with myself like I was before my dad left mom and I. There will be no more days when I can help my dad cook some of our favorite dishes as we playfully joke about each other’s appearance.
But then I felt my stomach, and I knew exactly where to cut. I wanted to cut all the fat off my body so people like Leslie wouldn’t say I looked fat at my funeral.” (Gottlieb, 191). Works Cited Citations The “Definition.” Mayo Clinic.
The adults, although they felt awkward at first, respect each other’s culture. When Amy’s dad had finished his meal, he “belched loudly, thanking [her] mother for her fine cooking,” and although the minister was uncomfortable at first, he “managed to muster up a quiet burp.” The author’s use of imagery displays two people with contrasting cultures respecting each other’s heritage. Robert and Amy’s actions portray them as anxious and insecure, but the adults display a lively and jovial mood. During the dinner Amy’s relatives “murmured with pleasure” amongst themselves while Robert and his family are silent. Amy feels her relatives are being rowdy, but in reality they are expressing their happiness through conversations with one another. Tan’s use of the word “pleasure” implies that they are enjoying themselves and “murmured” has a connotation of being quiet, so Amy perceives the dinner as worse than it really is. Amy’s mother senses Amy’s unease, and knowingly tells her she understands that Amy “wants to be the same as American girls on the outside, but inside you must always be Chinese.” Tan’s use of dialogue expresses Amy’s struggle to find her identity and it displays her mother as
Then she saw a greasy china plate that had bread crumbs, cheese and sausage. The pungent of cheese made her stomach grumble. The man was very rude and insulted her because she couldn’t read. Then Frances headed home and on her way, she bumped into a girl with a nice, green, winter coat. She imagined her Ma in that coat, twirling around with a smile on her face. The girl’s mother said a rather offensive sentence about Frances and walked away with her daughter.
Food has been a great part of how he has grown up. He was always interested in how food was prepared. He wanted to learn, even if his mother didn’t want him to be there. “I would enter the kitchen quietly and stand behind her, my chin lodging upon the point of the hip. Peering through...
While this invitation produced anxiety for every person that attended this meal, the toll that it took on my nephew was rather difficult to watch. His father chose to attend the day before Thanksgiving; but a half-hour before the scheduled 2 p.m. time for dinner, he let his son know that his girlfriend and her children had decided to come as well. While the adults scrambled to add additional seating, my nephew excitedly stood outside on the porch anticipating his guests’ arrival. An hour later, this little boy dejectedly wondered whether his father had changed his mind. When his guests finally arrived, we all ate an awkward, cold dinner, and my ex-brother-in-law whisked them all (including my nephew) away to his family’s Thanksgiving meal, which meant that my disappointed nephew never got to share the chocolate pie that he had helped make.
“Girl” makes the impression that the mother wants the daughter to take over the “women’s” work around the house as well as she tells her which day to wash the white clothes Monday, wash the colored clothes on Tuesday, and she is teaching her how to iron her father’s clothes the way he likes them done and how to sew on a button; “This is how to make a button-hole for the button you have just sewed on.” (380) The mother also is teaching her daughter how to cook for the family. “Cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil,” (380) so that everyone will eat them. The mother also discusses table manners, “always eat your food in such a way that it won’t turn some-one else’s stomach.”
Thomas stared down at his stomach. It roared as loud as a lion, after three days of unsuccessful hunting. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the smell of eggs and bacon drifting up to his nostrils from the kitchen, or the thought of the mouthwatering caramel apples and hot apple dumplings that would be sold at the festival. Regardless, he was hungry, and knew that he would be the first one at the kitchen table when h...
During fall, the leaves fall, the temperature drops, and people sit around a table and say what they are thankful for. While we are consuming pounds of turkey and stuffing, the Pilgrims are to thank for the annual feast. Because the meaning of this holiday is to not stuff your face with endless amount of carbs, we should be reminded of how grateful we are for what we own. Thanksgiving was a very memorable time in U.S. history.
The purpose of Thanksgiving in Canada is different from the Americans. But even though the reasons for giving thanks are different, many of the customs are the same. Canadian Thanksgiving was originally started to give thanks to God for a bountiful harvest. This was when there were lots of farmers that grew crops. Now we give thanks for everything we appreciate. Some farming families still give thanks for a good crop.
because of how her mother and her mother's friends, "talked - endlessly, passionately, poetically, and with impressive range. No subject was beyond them” (Marshall 47). Marshall loved listening to her mother’s kitchen talks because they were wide-ranged and unfiltered. Her mother talked about whatever was on her mind to her friends because her kitchen was her comfortable place. Through her mother’s kitchen talks, Marshall communicates to her readers that influence and family are powerful tools for self-discovery.
I want to cancel my birthday celebration at nan’s house. I’ve decided that I want to help collect food for the Manna Food Center.” The room suddenly had a tense and awkward atmosphere. It was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. “Hear me out, okay? Don't get mad, please. I just wanted to help because I wanted to have a special birthday where I help out and have something to be proud of! Please don't be mad!” I was panicking. I prepared for the worse, but nothing could have prepared me for this. Out of nowhere, everyone burst out laughing. Timothy, my brother even started giggling. I was so lost and confused. “What’s so
After I was all dressed and ready for the big day, I made my way upstairs to eat breakfast. The smell of toast, sausage, eggs, and hash browns filled the air with an inviting aroma. Just as I was setting down to begin eating, my mom turned to me and asked how my morning was going so far. My reply was,” It feels li...
“Oh honey,” I answered, sadly acknowledging my daughter’s hunger, “ I wish it was. Actually, I’m not quite sure what it is. Help me clean it off, will you?” Emily and I began scrubbing the dilapidated, seaweed covered object in the warm waves of the Atlantic. “Wow, That’s not at all I expected.” I answered as I rolled an old bottle in the water. “At least we can get some money for this at the recycling center. Not much, but if we collect enough bottles we could get some lunch!” I looked hopelessly at the bottle.
I sat down and stared at the empty table in front of me until my friends came. One by one they sat down with plates full of food and faces full of joy. I looked at them envying the fact that they were able to be happy and that they could eat. “They are weak Emily, You’re stronger than them”
“Lily, you are not leaving this table until you eat all the food on that plate”, Lily’s grandmother said as she sat at the dinning room table with the same stern look on her face Lily had seen a million times before.