One of the things I miss about my country is Thanksgiving. When I think about it, images of lots and lots and lots of delicious food, and spending time with my family spring to mind. My mother used to say that holidays were a time for family. When I was young, I couldn't understand what she meant. I thought "We are always together because we live together, isn't that enough?" But now that she is gone, I finally understand what she meant. Thanksgiving was really important to her. She would start preparing the food 2 or 3 days in advance and work so hard to cook so much delicious food for all of us. I remember there was stuffing, mashed potatoes, corn, green beans, cranberry sauce, bread, 3 or 4 different kinds of pies, and of course, TURKEY! There was so much food that we would be eating the leftovers for 2 weeks after Thanksgiving!
Many family members, neighbors, and friends came to our house. I was happy to see them. Before eating, we said a prayer together to give thanks for our health and for the food. After that we ate, enjoyed good conversation together, ate, took a break, ate, talked, and ate some more. We were stuffed!
I am thankful to my mother for such happy memories.