my holiday is a bit shattered

So i just got off the phone with the love of my life, and thanksgiving just might be the two of us. Now mind you that he has been sick for the past week, with some sort of bug. He called his parents today and told them that he has felt a bit under the weather, when his parents replied that with him being sick that his father might get what he has. So they are going to stay home. My responds to this is, "How Queer!!!" I am thanksgiving is all about being with family and the ones you love. I mean i could of spent thanksgiving with my family and took John to my hometown. I know how gay I'm about to sound but this is one of my greatest thanksgiving memos.

I wake up to the sounds of my mother going threw there cabinets in the kitchen, writing down a list of things she need to get at the store. Rubbing the sand from my eyes, i see my mother in a nightgown, rollers in hair, face mask on, and her nails painted. I softly ask her what she is doing. She tells me that she is going to go to the store to get what she needs and wanted to know if i wanted to go. I quickly got ready and waited for my mother to finish getting herself ready so we can go. Oh our way to the market, she tells me that we have lots of family members coming to our house. Both from my mother's and father's side. My face lights up like a light bulb. See my family for any holidays always mean so much to me. I never know will it be the last time i see them and tell them i love them and kiss them? Well Back from the store with all the things we need, my mother still beautifier than ever, gets the Turkey ready with the stuffing, Mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, Pies, carrots, bisects, and salads(egg and macaroni). I just sat there and watched her work her magic. Floating around the kitchen, moving from one thing to another. So graceful, beautiful, gleaming with proud excellence's that her dinner was coming along greatly. The guest started to arrive. My mother asks me to greet our guest and ask them if they would like something to drink. I run to the door to greet, My grandma and grandpa. Open arms and warm kisses greet me. I ask if they like something to drink. I go to the kitchen and find my mother is not there. I get what i needed and return to the living room where other family member have arrived and run back to the kitchen and retrieve drink orders. My mother still not in the kitchen as i worry about the food burning. Than my mother emerges from here bedroom in this amazing green dress, Make up on, earrings, perfume, Hair done, and rings and a necklace. She looks like a movie star, and not a trace of her working all day to prepare for this holiday. I go get ready too. I come back, the table is set, my father gets up and says a pray, thanks the lord for my mother and her wondrous cooking, family, friends, food. He cuts the first piece of turkey and gives it to my mother where she serves everyone out. My mouth waters at the sight of all the food infront of me. I am so hungry i could eat a small cow. I taste the first bite of turkey and it's so moist and melts in your mouth. Family member toast to my mother and her cooking as she bows her head in acknowledgment. She smiles and winks at me. I never did know what she meant by that. Maybe that she cooked like that all day. Or just keeping her company while she cook? That is my favorite memory of Thanksgiving i have.

Princessa