For Thanksgiving this year Amelia is extremely nervous. “Please lord; don’t let me forget to take out the innards-gizzards. Also, don't let my fifteen-year-old son burn the potatoes or the pies. I know he is trying but this year is important for us.”
It’s the day before Thanksgiving, and Amelia continues to pray, “This year we are in our own home. My husband, the kid’s father, will be here instead of on duty as a coastguard. So please, if things have to get messed up, let it be before Thanksgiving or a couple days afterwards. I promise not to complain. Well, I’ll try not to complain too much.”
“Mom,” shouts Lydia “Hey mom where is the Allspice and Tumeric?”
“What?” Amelia shouts alarmed hurrying into the kitchen. “What do you need Tumeric for, that doesn’t go…?”
Her children, Andrew, Lydia, and Starla start laughing.
“Mom, chill,” says eight-year-old Starla.
“Yes mom,” fourteen-year-old Lydia says, “The Tumeric is for the stuffing. Andrew is doing the pies. Tomorrow I’ll help him with the mashed potatoes and gravy.”
Amelia smiles with tears welling. As she takes a deep breath, she whispers, “thank you lord for my children, my husband and this new home.”
Rhyanna S DeTuathana lives in Corvallis, OR. DeTuathana likes to write fictional stories and would love to see a collection of her children stories published in ebook or paperback. When not working on writing novels, DeTuathana does crafts, plays with her dog Emmie, and tries to keep dry and warm now that rainy season has come to Oregon.
© 2008 Rhyanna S. DeTuathana. Original for CCF (DeTuathana grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
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