Chapter 9 - My Mother Finally Ate Thanksgiving Dinner at Her Own TableThe following Thanksgiving was the first peaceful one in years.
My mother cooked.
My father carved the turkey.
I made dessert.
Nobody was afraid.
Nobody was locked anywhere.
Nobody whispered.
My mother placed a plate in front of my father.
He smiled.
Then she looked at me.
“You're staying this year?”
I smiled.
“Yes.”
She cried.
We hugged.
That dinner became a symbol.
Not of what had happened.
But of what had survived.
My father raised his glass.
“To family.”
My mother smiled.
“To real family.”
We laughed.
Then my father said:
“And to Daniel, who came home.”
May you like
I looked down.
I hadn't realized how much I needed to hear that.
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