It was stormy night in Thanksgiving, as I sat down to watch some television red and yellow flashes danced around my window. I got up to see. As the yellow pick-up truck park near the family's apple tree. I was glad that was my grandparents who came out. Just when the bell ring my mom just came down to open the door. I dashed through the door, like running in a track race to the finish, to Grandpa and Mama Rose.
"Hi grandpa and Mama Rose!" I say.
"Rio, you look so grown like your father Mulko"
"Thank You!"
Meanwhile, my father was cooking the turkey. He typically is a meticulos man. He always pay extreme good care even to the smallest details. My father was making sure the turkey was perfectly cooked. Soon he was preparing the Thanksgiving table full of food.
Soon, my brothers Ricky and Juan plus my sister Kiki came downstairs to greed Grandpa and Mama Rose. Full of kiss and hug, father came to tell food is really.
As we gathered around the Thanksgiving table. the table was filled of the most delicous food I have ever seen. My family and I started to grab each other hands as we bowed our heads. While the edler of the table began prayer I slowly start to drift into the superfluous food. I ate like if I'm one sad sorry soul eating food like no tomorrow. I the food tasted like heaven. My father surly know how to cook.
The the cold night passed through time. It time for my grandparents to leave. So I got out of my chair to hag and kiss Grandpa and Mama Rose. And my mom and my dad did the same, including Ricky, Juan, and Kiki.
The time they left, it the time that Thanksgiving was over.