I make my way to the kitchen and begin to gather all of the mixing bowls and utensils that will be needed for the preparation of the meal. My counter needs to be bigger for the job that is about to take place. I grab each recipe I need and place it with …show more content…
“350 like you told me to.”
She goes to the oven and then looks back at me with the meanest look on her face.
“It is set for 450! Can’t you do anything right!”
“I’m sorry.” I say “My hand must have slipped when I was setting it due to having butter on it.”
“I knew I never should have agreed to letting you host Thanksgiving this year. Look at this mess. Dinner is ruined thanks to you.”
I run outside with tears streaming down my face. I will never be good enough for her I think. It doesn’t matter what I do or how well I do it she still looks down on me like the black sheep of the family.
I am now pacing the yard, to scared to go back in to endure any more ridicule from her. It is supposed to be a day of thanks, of family, of appreciating who is in your life and what you have and instead I am made to feel like an ant.
My brother comes outside to check on me.
“Hey, are you ok?”
“No, no I am not. I ruined our Thanksgiving!”
“No you didn’t, there are plenty of side dishes to eat, everything will be ok.”
“It will not, I have to find a way to fix this or she will never let me do anything like this …show more content…
I watch to see any kind of reaction from her during the process. When she thinks I am not looking she takes a piece and eats it. I look on hopeful.
Her eyes light up and she looks over to me.
“I am sorry, this is amazing.”
Then something I never thought I would see, she starts to cry.
“I am so sorry I was hard and demeaning to you, I just expect so much more from my only girl but you did it. You managed to save Thanksgiving. I will do my best to never doubt you again.”
“I just want your support Mom, You are my hero. I wanted to be just like you growing up, but after trying for so many years I gave up and did what I wanted. Please stop crying. Let’s make a vow to always try to encourage each other in the future.”
“That sounds like a much better plan than what we have been doing, I love you my daughter and you made a wonderful meal. Now come give me a hug and then we will call the rest in for dinner.”
I move over and embrace my Mother in the first hug I have gotten from her in years. Who knew burning a turkey could help resolve a deep rooted issue with