Had an existential view of what my Thanksgiving might be like in the future at a solid [9] while baking cookies and pie tonight..
The backside of a red front door, assuming belonging to a house or condo near the city. Door rattles and keys are used. It is dark out and raining as usual. Pine needles and leaves follow the rain and wind inside the black and white tiled floor entryway. Enter daughter, teenaged.
She heaves an annoyed sigh as she puts her coat in the closet while the house is still dark. Light from the street beams in the door way. I follow close behind, finally in heels and a nice dark red dress. Hanging up my coat, I quietly rub my daughters shoulder and tell her what I have been withholding from her all these years. My husband follows close behind, having hung his coat off and shaken off his boots on the porch. Going to see my dad and my step-mom was always a choir during the holidays. Took me 20 years to finally get my husband to come with me.
"Honey," I say to the dark," I need to tell you something.."
"I'm sorry I pissed off grandma, I already mentioned that. I just did it to get a re-"
"Dear, listen," I shush her as we settle into the living room, the one lamp near my recliner turned on, as my husband goes to the kitchen what I assume is some more eggnogg. The Turkey had been dry. Conversation? More like anti-conversation. My step-mom was the worst. "Well, I wanted to tell you about when your father and I were young, how our Thanksgivings used to be.."
She stares blankly into my face and quiets her breathing. "What...?"
"I wanted to let you know, that before we had you, our Thanksgivings used to be fun."
"That's not true" Shaking her head she breaks her eye contact with me and shoves me away.
"Yes. We used to stay at home, make our own food, get stoned, and watch cartoons the whole day."
"You....had fun? I can't picture you having fun. What happened to you?"
"I don't know, dear. I just don't know. I am just glad you are here, with us."
"Love you too, mom."
(Kind of fuzzes out after that ^^