Nicole's+Memoir

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On thanksgiving day I prepare for the big feast ever. As I sat on the couch waiting for the family to arrive the smell of the turkey in the oven ran through my nose leaving my taste buds hungry. “Ding Dong!”, the door bell rang. I leaped onto my feet and sprinted to the door. I saw my cousin, Daniela’s face in the door window. My entire family entered the house, we all greeted each other.

My sister and I helped set up the feast. My aunt helped with the stuffing while my dad cut the turkey. All of the children ran up to the buffet on the counter and took as much as we could. Sitting at a plate full of food, I reached for my fork slowly before attacking my plate. I took a deep breath and stabbed my fork into the turkey, I shoved it in my mouth. The taste was amazing ; it ran through my body as fast as it could. I licked my plate clean. Even though I wanted more I knew my stomach couldn't except it.

As everyone began to finish we all looked as if we just battled a war. Hair pushed back, sweat upon our faces and some of us a small smudge of gravy left behind right above our lips. We raced for the couch to take a break between our first and second course. 13, 14, 15 FINALLY ! It was time to finish the war.