"To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don't need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself."-unknown.
"God we thank you for this amazing feast that Gram has prepared for us." Aunt Teresa stated. "And thank you for the amazing gifts we will receive later on. Amen."
"Amen." Everyone says in unison.
"Kids can go get their food first." Pop Pop says with a genuine smile.
You know that feeling you get when you're about to go on the biggest rollercoaster in the theme park. That feeling was in my stomach.
Mac and cheese. Cranberry sauce. Greens. Chicken legs. Sweet potato pie.
It's like a maze of food that I get stucked into every single holiday and can't get out until the next.
"Myaa, go ahead and eat."
"Are they taunting you? Don't listen to them. Fight the temptation and don't eat the food."
My stomach gurgles as Shyla sits down her plate.
Everything looks amazing.
"Don't do IT!"
Turkey.
HMMMMM, mashed potatoes.
I practically sprint from my seat to the kitchen.
Stuffing. Mac and cheese. Gravy. Chicken.
The whole feast is on my plate.
"You're a complete failure. You should be ashamed." My head threatens my heart.
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Extra Something Series, Falling Down Hard Enough To Hurt
DuchoweAuthor's Note: "To anyone else who crashed in life and didn't even know it." This is a real story by a different point of view. I've been called many things in my short life so far. Extra. Grandma. A liar. Ugly. Bossy. The list goes on and on...
