thanksgiving by julissa lopez

I laid in bed peacefully asleep. The covers hugged me, The pillows welcomed me. My eyes where bolted shut. The sound of pots and pans dancing in the kitchen awoke me. I slowly got up from bed, The pillows and blankets merely begged for me to stay but I resisted. I walked down the hall barefoot on the ice cold tiles into the kitchen where the aroma of fresh cooked goodness always had a way of saying" hello" I sat at the table where raw food of all sorts where soaking in its preparation for enjoyment later on. My mother so alert and active sped from one side of the room to the other making sure nothing was out of its order. I sat. I watched. I admired the way she resembled a super hero. She was my super hero. I waited for a single second for my mom to turn around so that I could quickly dip my finger in the delicious creations that lay amongst me. The anticipation for tonight was overbearing after what seemed like a decade of cooking it was finally done. The turkey was golden brown, Cooked to perfection. The ham was as ready as anything else Decorated with slices of pineapple, Taunting anyone who walked through the door. As we got dressed I made sure I wore something that had enough room for growth. Everything was laid out to convenience we sat and talked all together as a family, something that hadn't happened in a while. The love , excitement , and hunger that filled the room would've made any place feel like home. Like paradise. And at that moment I sit and thank everything. The table. The napkins. My family , And my mom