Cooking fills the table with love. Different styles of culture lie on the table. The scent of turkey and garlic fill the air. The smell of food makes me drool. Rushing waves of voices […]
Cooking fills the table with love.
Different styles of culture lie on the table.
The scent of turkey and garlic fill the air.
The smell of food makes me drool.
Rushing waves of voices crash into my ears.
I am like a messenger, giving food to the poor.
I love being thankful.
Being thankful makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
So does my family.
