Chapter 10

Thanksgiving arrived with a crisp,

biting cold wind,

and our house was filled with the incredible smells of roasting turkey,

and fresh baking bread.

The dining room table was expanded with two extra leaves,

and the floral tablecloth from Easter was nowhere to be seen,

replaced by a simple,

elegant white runner that Marianne had picked out.

The guest list was different this year,

because we only invited the people who truly wanted to be there,

and who understood the true value of love over money.

My parents sat near the kitchen,

laughing and helping Ethan carve a small piece of wood,

while Lily showed them a painting she had made at school.

There were no designer purses resting on the chairs,

and there was no heavy,

oppressive tension lingering in the air,

waiting to crush the joy out of the room.

Marcus,

my lawyer,

even stopped by for a quick slice of pumpkin pie,

and he brought a small puzzle game for the kids to play with.

When it was time to eat,

we all gathered around the large,

crowded table,

and the noise level was wonderfully,

chaotically loud.

I tapped my glass with a spoon,

and the room slowly quieted down,

with every face turning to look at me with respect and genuine affection.

I looked around the table,

making eye contact with my brave son,

my sweet daughter,

and my incredible,

unbreakable wife.

"I am thankful for the truth,"

I started,

keeping my voice steady and filled with deep gratitude.

"I am thankful that we learned what really matters,

and I am thankful that the people sitting at this table today,

are here because of love,

and nothing else."

My father raised his glass of water,

and he nodded at me with a proud,

shining tear in his eye.

"To family,"

my father said,

"the real kind."

"To family,"

we all echoed in unison,

and the sound of the clinking glasses was the most beautiful music I had ever heard.

I reached under the table,

and I took Marianne's hand in mine,

intertwining our fingers tightly together in the warm space.

She smiled at me,

and she leaned her head against my shoulder,

while the kids argued happily over who got the biggest scoop of mashed potatoes.

The storm was completely gone,

and the house was finally safe,

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