I have a pretty small family. I only have my parents, my
sister, my grandmothers, and my aunt. When my family gets together, we can all
comfortably sit around the kitchen table. Every member of my family, with the
exception of my aunt, lives in my neighborhood. Every Sunday, we all eat dinner
together anyway (except for my aunt, because she lives in Cleveland). So when
Thanksgiving rolls around, it really isn’t all that much different from any
other dinner—except my dad spends all day basting a turkey and we watch the
parade on TV that morning. Sometimes our close family friends come over for
desert. Me and my sister have to look nice. I have to do a lot of dishes at the
end of the night. But the best part about it all though is the fact that we don’t
have school that day or the day before or the day after. Also pecan pie.
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