I wake up to commotion coming from the kitchen. I try to close my eyes to return to my somber but, I remember that today is thanksgiving a holiday filled with food and love. Excitement runs through my body. I rush off my bed practically falling from being wrap in my sheet. I enter the kitchen to see my mother preparing the stuffing for inside the of the turkey. I arrived just in time, my mother is assigning jobs to each of my siblings. Since I'm the youngest eight, she gives me the easy jobs but as a child it was the biggest honor. Thanksgiving was a day for my whole family to get together and just be thankful for the blessing we have in life. Even though I come from a hispanic family, my thanksgiving holidays has always been very Americanize
