This is my first entry, just excuse my bad ideas.
I sat down on the cold, wooden bench. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in. I could smell the leaves people were burning in the distance, the smoke coming from one's chimney, the slight scent of rain from the storm that had just passed, and the smell of a family enjoying their hot chocolate. I felt a tinge of sadness come to pass, all these smells were exactly what I had smelled on thanksgiving when I was 9. I didn't want to remember my childhood much, mainly because I had tried so hard to get rid of my mistakes. Crunch. Someone was walking towards me. I snapped my eyes open to see who was there, but no one was. Funny, I remember this happening to me when I was 9 as well. I closed my eyes for a few more seconds, but opened them to the noise of heavy breathing. I looked to my right, then to my left, then straight ahead.
I almost screamed in fright, but I knew exactly what was happening. "Ready for our Thanksgiving feast, May?" I slowly nodded my head, my hand flying to my heart from nearly having what felt like a heart attack. "Did I really scare you that bad? Come on, lighten up! You need to stop being so scared of what happened 7 years ago." The voice had said. I looked up to see my best friend, Winter. I only chuckled at the sight of him, he was wearing a ridiculously goofy hat. "You got a bone to pick with me? Well it's to late 'cause tibia honest, someone already beat you to it." I bursted out laughing, he always had hilariously bad puns. The fact that the puns matched with his hat, made it even more laughable. Winter was wearing one of those headbands that normally made it look like an arrow was sticking through someone's head, except instead of an arrow it was a bone.
I smiled at him evilly, with a thought in my head. "Tibia honest, you're puns are a skele-ton of fun." We both started to laugh. I got off of the bench and stood in front of him. "Alright, let's go pun master." I grabbed his arm and ran towards his house. We finally reached his house, it was a small home, brown with some red bricked details. It was cozy and really made me feel at home. Winter and his parents were really the only family I had left. I walked into the dining room and saw a feast prepared before my eyes. "I'm so glad you could make it, dear." Winter's mother, Eve, greeted me. "I'm just glad that you invited me, the meal you prepared looks absolutely delicious!" I exclaimed, smiling at my friend's parents.
We all sat down around the table. The mouth watering smell of a homemade Thanksgiving dinner fills the air. In the center of the table is the large turkey. It is the size of three footballs. Surrounding the turkey, are several diverse dishes. There are two different mountains of potatoes, sweet potatoes and Eve's finest mashed potatoes. The pale colored mountains of rich, creamy deliciousness sat next to a sea of boiling gravy. I looked looked next to the large turkey and saw the stuffing. It was filled with vegetables, chopped meat, eggs, and various spices. On the far end of the table I could see two different deserts. My eyes immediately fell on the Death By Chocolate 3 layered cake. I hadn't had it for so long. I could see it's layers of chocolate pudding, caramel, brownie bits, chocolate cake, whipped cream, and heath bits. I then spotted the milk chocolate covered strawberries, with a white chocolate drizzle on top.
The sight was so glorious that I could feel a tear slip down my cheek, I hadn't had such a large meal for years. I smiled at Winter and his family. Volunteering to say grace, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Thank you, God, for this food we are about to eat. Thank You for Your many blessings on us this past year. The ones we've seen, as well as the ones we haven't." I opened one eye to look at my friend, then smiled, closing my eyes again. "Thank you for my special friend and all the fun he brings." I took another deep breath. "Bless him and his family with your love and peace, protect them with your truth and strength, engage them with your hope and vision. Thank you for bringing them into my life. Amen." We all opened our eyes and enjoyed the feast before us, laughing at Winter's awfully bad jokes, sharing stories of our past, and enjoying ourselves. This was a feast of my favorite food, and with my favorite people, I finally felt like I belonged.