Adopted by Taylor Swift (Book 1)

📝 Chapter 64. November 27, 2014 thanksgiving

November 27th, 2014

Thanksgiving

(Elizabeth's perspective)

It's thanksgiving! I get up and get dressed. I walk down stairs and I smell the cooked turkey. Taylor put the turkey in the oven late last night so it cooks while we sleep at a slow temperature so it's really tender.

I hope I will have better food now then the food I had at the orphanage. Thanksgiving was always weird with everyone fighting all the time about 'we are not a real family' blah blah blah. I know cliché, it's like the stuff in the movies. But not everyone is like that though,

*flash back*

"Everyone come sit at the table!" Bonnie yells from in the kitchen. We all come running into the kitchen and sat down at the table.

"Everyone lower your heads." Bonnie said and we all did.

"Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for bringing us all here tonight. Thank you for keeping a roof over our heads and food on the table. Thank you for keeping us all safe and hope to have a bright future ahead of us. Amen." Bonnie said.

"Amen." we all said and begin eating.  

After a minute of silence of eating food someone spoke up, "Why do we have thanksgiving? We aren't a real family." Sam said.

He has been here for as long as I can remember.

"Thanksgiving is about spending time with those who you love. You know that you spent all the other years of thanksgiving with you." Bonnie said.

"I know but it doesn't feel the same. It feels different." Sam said.

"I love you all so I am having it with you." Bonnie said.

"But what about the normal kids they have it with there parents and other relatives. All of us don't or never knew each other." Sam said.

"That's true though." I said quietly before taking a sip of my drink.

"Elizabith don't say that." Bonnie said.

"You know I had the same questions when I first came here. But it doesn't feel the same. It feels fake." I said.

I remember the last thanksgiving with my mom. She was so happy. I loved it, I think we went somewhere and spent it with someone. I can't remember who, but I vaguely remember playing with a kid around my age. Maybe I dreamed it.

"Well I think it's real. We are real aren't we? We are all sitting here at the table with a roof over our heads. Food on the table, clothes on our backs." Bonnie said.

"I think we are a real family." Emily the little blonde six year old said. She came here when she was three, her parents died in a car crash. "See Emily thinks we are a family." Bonnie said.

"I know and I am grateful about those things. I love thanksgiving and all but something feels different this year. I don't know." I said. 

"Yeah it feels fake." Sam said.

"That's because it is fake." a voice said from the haul way. We all turn and see its Brianna, "Brianna. Don't say that. Come sit down at the table and eat." Bonnie said.