"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue, isn't cringe and realistic.
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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐢𝐧 "𝐏𝐭: 𝟎...
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-2nd person pov-
November 23rd, Thursday - 7:23 pm
It had been about twenty minutes since your brother Hasuke got dragged into helping with the Thanksgiving dinner prep-thanks to a firm yank on his ear.
Even though he was almost an adult, he still acted like the typical rebellious teenage boy.
But come on, his teenage stubbornness wasn't really a good reason to ignore his responsibilities.
It felt pretty weird that he would skip out on family tasks to play drums when he had band practice with his friends almost every day of the week.
I mean, that should be enough for any aspiring musician, right?
You get his love for drumming, but it was unusual to see him ignore Mom, especially knowing how cranky she could get when annoyed.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere at the dinner table was buzzing with light chatter.
You, your brother, and your mom were sharing smiles and small talk enjoying the Thanksgiving aesthetic.
Just then, your dad came in, carrying a massive turkey that looked golden brown and mouthwatering, filling the air with a savory smell.
He plopped the impressive bird down at the center of the table and took his seat next to your mom.
The dining table was a sight to see, packed with a beautifully arranged spread: turkey, fluffy mashed potatoes smothered in rich gravy, mac and cheese with a bubbly top, fragrant fried rice, and colorful sides that promised an awesome meal.
As you took a deep breath, the warm and inviting scent of Thanksgiving dinner made your stomach rumble with excitement.
"This smells great," you said, feeling your eyes light up.
"That's because I made it," your mom shot back, grinning with pride and maybe a little cheeky mischief.
You smiled back, but just then, your dad reached for your mom's hand, signaling for a quick prayer before eating.
She stretched her hand across the table, grabbing yours, while your dad did the same with Hasuke.
With a sigh and a bit of eye-rolling, your brother took your hand, completing the family circle.
With everyone holding hands, your dad shared some thoughtful words to set the mood for the night.
It was all about warmth and gratitude as you were ready to dive into the delicious feast ahead.
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Three minutes had gone by since everyone settled into their usual spots around the big, fancy dining table, a Thanksgiving feast laid out in front of them.
