Narrative Essay About Thanksgiving Dinner

Grandma Calls out “Dinners ready” and before you know it the dinner table is engulfed with all my siblings and of course papa. We all sit eager as ever, anticipating thinking and imagining how good the turkey is going to be this year. Everyone’s engaged in one another, talking joking and laughing around the table. It’s about as good as any Thanksgiving dinner can get, but as soon as grandma cracks open the oven the aroma of the freshly seasoned and cooked turkey floods the kitchen. It’s as silent as the nights whistle. She brings the comestible around with the help of Uncle Richard, as grandma is getting far too fragile and weak to do anything on her own anymore. We as family agreed her cooking skills are far too superior a thing to allow to go to waste. So whenever the opportunity arises, one of us is always helping grandma. Uncle Richard proceeds to slice the turkey ever so graciously making everyone at table froth at the
I find this method extremely unfair due to the fact that I’m the youngest in the house. So here we are the clock hit’s nine PM, and we’re sitting with plates filled with the best turkey we have ever been blessed with. The aroma gets to me I can’t take it anymore I go in for the first bite like a savage. Within seconds uncle John swats my hand back into my lap. I soon come to realize everyone has their heads down in position to initiate prayer. I follow accordingly. What is supposed to be a minute seems like an eternity. Eventually prayer comes to an end and everyone begins to feast. Within a thirty minute time frame most of us have devoured our plates, and had seconds more than once. Ten o’clock hit’s and we all stare at each other in utter disbelief. The turkey that once aroused us had been erased form existence its remnants stuffed within our stomachs, and carcass lying on the table disbanded. We all deposit in our chairs and pose in an arbitrary