Assignment 14- Kaylyn Torkelson

The appearance of my Thanksgiving generally depends on the location. Sometimes my family celebrates the holiday quietly, clearing off the dining room table that is rarely used for dining. My mom will prepare food with the help of my dad, my sister, and I. After we're done eating, we'll clear up and sit down in the living room to watch TV, like most other days. Thanksgiving isn't a big event in our household most years. Sometimes my family will head up to New Jersey to visit old friends that we've barely seen since we moved to Kentucky eight years ago. My dad and his friends watch football in the living room of our old neighbors, while my mom and her friends cook and chat over glasses of wine. The kids are almost always running around the house, or the neighbourhood, or each other, until the food is ready. When we lived in Canada, Thanksgiving turkey was almost always followed by birthday cake. (I guess that's what happens when you were born on Canadian Thanksgiving.) Nevertheless, Thanksgiving has never been a huge holiday for my family. Sure, we're thankful that we have each other. But we don't need a special day to tell each other that. Thanksgiving, in the end, is just another day.