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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 6:17 am
Giving Thanks
Username: AstoriaFallen
Character: Me, Myself and I
I'm thankful for:
When I think of what I'm thankful for there are three things that come to mind.
The first is the fact that I am alive. For almost 2 decades I've been battling depression and anger spouts (tantrums or episodes as I like to call them) and have caused myself bodily harm in the process. Once when I was 12 I tried to take my own life and even recently I jumped out of a moving car because I was distraught and wasn't thinking clearly. This most recent event was probably the eye opener I needed, despite it's very drastic nature (I do not condone such actions nor am I approving of what I did. I just want to make that clear). I thought back on my life the following two days as I nursed my scraps and bruises and apologized profusely to my very upset boyfriend (as he was driving when I did it). I realized I was no longer going to allow the pain that others had caused me throughout the years to affect how I am today, tomorrow and every day after. I had survived through two combat deployments, a very abusive boyfriend and a very twisted foster care system. I didn't survive all of that to just throw away everything I had over things I had no control over. So I am thankful that I am still here and that I have breath in my lungs.
Secondly I am thankful for my boyfriend. Without him, well. I'm not really sure where I'd be right now. He has been my center for the past 8 years and we only just recently were able to start dating because I was too afraid to admit my feelings to him, even though he had poured his very soul out to me 6 years ago. He is one of the most patient beings I have ever met and so very understanding of what I am going through. I push his buttons so much but he stays and endures because he loves me and knows the girl that I used to be before the wrongdoings of others tainted me. He has hope in me and the adoration he has when he looks at me and tells me he loves me renews my faith in humanity and that there is goodness in this life.
Thirdly I am thankful for my family. My Mother (My Aunt adopted my siblings and I) and the rest of my immediate family have been so supportive of me. They have been with me through it all and still see the good within me when all I see is the bad. I am thankful so much for that because I really don't know where I'd be without their support from the very beginning. Even now I can call my mother up and she will always listen and give me advice and support me through the problems I'm dealing with. My sister is the same way. Those two mean the world to me and I couldn't have asked for better people to be my family.
Those three things are what I am thankful for the most.
WC: 525
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 11:03 am
Giving Thanks
Username: Kaefaux
Character: Lilith Calchas / Super Sailor Metis
I'm thankful for:
WC: 755
What was she thankful for? Specifically. Of course there were the yearly, rather generic, toasts--to good health, to good grades (she always found it interesting which years some of her cousins, aunts, and uncles would either be exuberant on academic related toasts, or which ones would be muttering into their cups), to friendships, to family. Silently, she would add her own bits: to the safety of her teammates and associates, known and unknown to her personally. To the hopeful success of Order over Chaos. To the families ripped apart by the Negaverse--and the war in total. How many on both sides were torn away from family and friends? How many corruptions and purifications destroyed memories and connections?
The tang of the red in her glass tingled her nose and Lilith pressed her back against the plush of her father's recliner. The income brought from his company had gone more to bank accounts, building up her mother's clinic, and well... to Lilith herself. Her disability came at a financial cost, especially in the early years when she had been trying to adjust to her new lifestyle--gaining Raja, classes to read and more recently understand how to tell the world around her by sound, the technologies to enable her to interact with computers and other aspects of this digital age. It left their home... modest. Oh sure, she could feel the vibrations from the surround sound system, and knew her father had spent far too much on the large flat screen TV that currently hosted the football game. Raja's nails clicked across the wooden floors, followed by the rub of bare or socked feet after her as her younger cousins laughed and played with the canine.
But she knew from experience some of her old friends from Crystal came from far more extravagant abodes, and her parents had openly laughed to family and friends alike that they preferred the one-floor ranch and two-car garage. Ok they did get an above ground pool, but the money that could have gone to more expensive cars, a bigger house, an in-ground pool... it all went either to other things her parents had found to be more important, or was saved away.
She was pretty sure her parents were funding a few of her cousins to attend college, and helping out their respective siblings with things here and there. New money in families that came from far more humble means meant there were as many happy for them as there were relatives who sneered at the price tags her parents could technically afford...
Was that what she was thankful for? The parts of her extended family that weren't too stubborn or prideful to let her father's success ruin get-togethers?
Or was it more just... she was there with family?
In her room, shared with some of her cousins for the holiday and still keeping an air of a guest room despite still harboring some of her old belongings from when she'd lived with her parents, was one of her bags. Tucked away almost under the bed, her pen was nestled deep within it. Safe and sound, ready in case it was needed.
Yet... she made no thought to retrieve it later and wander around as Metis.
If anyone sent a message to Metis, or even attempted to call--both of which she'd not received from those she considered friends, though she'd sent a few Happy Thanksgiving! texts to civilian phones--then Lilith had no inclination to retrieve them.
At least not until she returned to the main roads of the city. Out there in the suburbs, more removed from the presence of the Negaverse and youma, away from the prowling Chaos... she could pretend it was further away than it really was.
Her father called for another toast--she'd not heard what, lost in her own thoughts and only roused out as his warm hand came to rest on her shoulder and shake her a bit. Lilith laughed and lifted her almost empty glass. To family, to health. To peace. To survival.
To the moments away. To moments to remember she wasn't only Metis. To moments where she could just laugh, play, sip wine and listen to the teams going at it on TV. Most of her days were split between school and senshi work.
It was the moments she got to be her, there with the people she loved most... that was more than enough to be thankful for, she had to admit.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 6:41 pm
Giving Thanks
Username: Noir Songbird
Character: Damian Howe // Captain Ashanite
I'm thankful for:
Damian did not remember having celebrated Thanksgiving before, but given the general state of his memories, that wasn’t saying much at all. There was no particular warm tug of familiar feeling about the holiday, or anything like that - but that didn’t have to mean he ignored it this year, because whatever Rhys Banner had done, or whatever his family might have done, didn’t have to matter.
What he could make matter was what Damian Howe chose to do. He had an entirely new life, a set of new beginnings. Nineteen blank years meant only that everything afterwards was a new first.
He had taken over the kitchen - half by purpose and half by default, since he could hear Shale on the phone with his brother, walking Slate through preparations of the same holiday meal. He found himself paying attention to the given directions almost automatically, even if they weren’t intended for him - it was certainly easier than guessing, hoping his flickers of memory were correct, or sifting through a thousand results on Google.
(Not to say he didn’t plan to employ the Internet - his laptop was set up on the counter with a chunk of recipes pulled up, and once the turkey was prepared and put in the oven, he started on those.)
For a moment, his fingers had hovered over the jar of blackberry pate - but that was definitely not for cooking with, and so he left it, selecting a jar of jam instead. He was probably over-preparing for two people, but given free rein in the kitchen and a full day to cook, Damian was going to enjoy being impractical about the whole thing. Besides, it would mean leftovers. Assuming everything actually came out, and he didn’t completely bollocks this up, but he doubted he was going to. Cooking had come easily and naturally, like he had practiced and learned for years before his memories were wiped.
Usually, he was bitter about the loss, angry that he was left with only his memories as Ploutonion - and that so many of those were tainted by so much darkness. But today, it seemed less like a burden or a frustration, and more like something to embrace.
So he couldn’t remember ever having a Thanksgiving before. That just meant that he could start over and make a whole new set of memories. So he had no family, few friends, only the bare shambles of a life - he could take those shambles and pull them together into something that mattered, make a new, real life for Damian Howe that was more than Rhys Banner was, and more than he could have been.
With a moment’s break in the cooking, he let himself listen to Shale talk - not so much paying attention to the words, just to his voice. It always sounded underused, low and gravelly. On someone else, or to someone else, it might have sounded less pleasant. Damian rather enjoyed it.
(So what if he couldn’t ever remember being in love before - and he couldn’t, and maybe he hadn’t, ever - but that just meant this was a fresh start.)
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 7:15 pm
Giving Thanks
Username: Kaori_luv
Character: Xander Jacobs
I'm thankful for:
He shivered the blankets having slipped from his form some time in the night. not terribly surprising. However, the cold was, pulling him from his sleep slowly. He reached out for warmth only to find a empty bedside and was awake moments later. It took a bit to remember where he was and for confusing to give way, though he still wondered where his girlfriend was. They had been in England for just about a week now and every morning he woke up with her in his arms. This year had its up certainly but far too many downs.
He up sat in his head looking over to the window where the sunlight filtered and and remembered what today was. Thanksgiving, in the states, and despite being in England they would still celebrate as though they were home. He had a lot to be thankful for. Lindsey was one thing he was ever thankful for. She kept him from falling apart while his sister lay in the hospital with at the time an unknown illness. An illness they now knew had been some form of chaos which plagued a small portion of her planet. He’d helped save them both, from something of the same entity. Chaos which could have taken them both, but it had not.
He slipped out of bed, over to his dresser to pull on some clothes. He certainly couldn’t leave his room in his current state. He didn’t bother attempting to tame his long locks, leaving them wild and free, completely styled in a natural bedhead manner. In the hallway he noticed all the door were open letting him know that he was the last one up and soft music floating up the stairs let him know the house was already in full swing. He bet everyone was in the kitchen.
Down the stair he went turning at the bottom and padding in way to the kitchen entry way. He was correct in thinking everyone was in the kitchen. He smiled to himself watching quietly while everyone with the backs to him went about thanksgiving preparations. Lily and Rose were peeling potatoes while his mother cleaned green beans. It was an amusing sight to see because none of three ever really cooked. He was certain this was all Linds orchestration. He chuckled quietly as his father pulled out the turkey and proclaimed he was going to attempt to fry it only to receive the most incredulous look from his mother. “You’ve never fried anything in you life. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Xander was fighting laughter standing in the doorway and watching his family. They were much closer these days and while they were close before there was something different in the air. A sense of gratefulness. He turned his head spying Dessie sitting at the table drawing, she didn’t seem to interested in cooking, but she wasn’t hiding either, choosing to sit in the kitchen with the family as well.
When Linds spotted him, he smiled at her and crossed the kitchen to give her a good morning kiss. “Miss you this morning,” he whispered trying not to blush at the chorus of awes rose up behind him. She sighed at his family and shook his head. Linds response and whispered words made him forgot them for the moment and he gave her another peck on the lips until his dad spoke up.
“Glad youre awake son,” Aaron started making Xander give him a wary look. “We are going to fry a turkey this thanksgiving, me and you son. It will be a real bonding experience.”
“Dad, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Please tell me you consulted chef about this.”
Aaron shook his and chuckled, “come on Xander. We’ll be fine and beside cook is 5 hours behind us. He’s not awake yet.”
Lily chuckled, “you could have called him yesterday dad.”
Rose piped up, “I bet Linds know what to do, and there is always youtube. Just remember mom will be mad if the two of you end up in the hospital day. Linds too.”
Lily grinned at her sister, “an army of girls frowning at you.”
“You girls make a good point, but I think we can handle it,” Aaron insisted, “Come of Xander. Times wasting.”
He gave his family a worried glance, but followed his dad who chattered happily at him. Yes, things had changed some what. A lot if he was honest with himself, but he was extremely thankful for all the changes. Though he hand many hardships everything was changing for the better. He smiled to himself but remembered he was in pajamas. “Dad I know the house in in the middle of like practically a meadow, but I would definitely like decent pants and a sweater before I’m dragged outside for our turkey frying adventure. You might want to change too.”
Aaron looked down and chuckled, “yes I suppose that would be for the best.”
While he changed he couldn’t help but to feel in better spirits with every passing moment. Tonight was going to be his first thanksgiving with Linds, hopefully the first of many. He walked over to his closet where he hid it, tucked in the back corner. He reached up to pull the tiny box out from under a few comforters and miscellaneous things.
A wave a nervousness ran over him as he opened the box and looked down at the ring. It suited her with it red ruby surrounded by diamonds. He hoped she liked it though he wondered if it was too soon. They’d barely know each other for even two year and had only been together for a year, but he felt he didn’t want to even be without her.
He jumped when a voice cleared and he turned to see his dad standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face. “You’ll ruin the surprise if she catches you standing in the room staring at it.” He walked over to his son and gave him a pat on the back. “Thats a thing I’m thankful for, my son coming out of his shell, having friends, living life and finding someone who makes him happy.”
Xander gave him dad a warm smile as he put the ring away once more, “me too dad, me too.”
Aaron squeezed his shoulder and turned heading out of the room, “come now let's go fry a turkey.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 7:15 pm
Giving Thanks
Username: a-disgruntled-dragon
Character: Annabel 'Wolf' Mikael
I'm thankful for:
Thankgiving at her house was a quiet affair. Not much to do with the extended family when they didn't talk to you. It was a toss up whether her father would bang on the apartment door looking for money or free food (and whether he was drunk or sober at the time), so Anna - who was pointedly going as Wolf now after that lovely evening with Jarias - spent most of her Thanksgivings working at the shelter. This year though, the shelter closed for the holiday, with just minimal staff watching the dogs. Made for a small paycheck, but gave her more time for her other job during Thanksgiving.
Bringing food to the street kids.
The tall woman hoisted the cooler over her shoulder and wandered into the back alley the pack usually congregated in. In her childhood, she'd developed a 'pack' of street rats, kids like her and her brother who were either out on the street or in shitty households and needed a support group. They'd gotten into a lot of fights, and started a whole turf war with the group of kids four blocks over, but it was great fun either way.
Over the years, those kids filtered out. Either through getting their lives, or losing them along the way. The pack constantly changed, but the rules and beliefs behind it never did.
"Wolf Momma!" called one of the children as she rounded the corner into their hideaway. She grinned and waved her free hand in greeting.
One. The Pack is a family. Protect each other.
Five other kids, ranging from the age of eight to fifteen all wandered over. The fifteen year old, a tall lanky boy by the name of Jack, took the cooler from her and set it down by their fire pit. The younger ones, two girls who simply went by Lala and Leia, clambered for her attention and pulled at her coat.
Two. Each of the Pack is equal. No one person is more important than another, and everyone is an intregal part of it.
She helped Jack set out the takeaway containers of food, one for each person, and cut up turkey for the younger kids. They huddled around the fire with their food, and bowed their heads.
"We thank each other for this meal, that we've survived another day to eat this wonderful food. We will not fight, nor bicker over it, simply eat our fill and be thankful for each other and the Pack. We are of something stronger than blood, and we are family." It was an awkward little speech (last year's was much better; Zev was always the one with eloquence with words) but it meant a lot given their situation. A good portion of the kids were runaways, and having a family wasn't something they were used to. Wolf strove to provide them with one, even if it wasn't perfect.
And three.
Wolf glanced over at the memorial shrine to one of the kids they'd lost two months prior.
Never let someone go Lone Wolf. Always bring a buddy, and always care for each other's well being.
They said a few words each, remembering the kid who'd died, and held a moment of silence. Losing one of her pack members was always hard; she'd learned early one that it was inevitable, but it didn't hurt any less when it happened. The only thing she could do was help pull the kids together, forge strong bonds between them, and keep them out of trouble as best she could.
Her Pack ate in a raucous of mouths chewing and laughter. It was moments like this she didn't regret her upbringing or how she lived her life. She was able to provide for those who needed it far more than her, and she was able to keep them alive as long as she could. At the end of the day, that was what mattered, and what she was thankful for, to be able to do.
Once Pack, forever Pack.
[ WC: 669 ]
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 7:55 pm
Giving Thanks
Username: iStoleYurVamps
Character: Alphard/Mehtab
I'm thankful for:
Mehtab had, for all reasons, nothing to give his family, and nothing to ask of them. Well, material wise at any rate. He could ask them to stop asking him for money, for drugs, for him to come home and help them with their ******** up problems and their poverty. No, he was fine in his own little place and space with what tiny income he had as a means to get by. He was secure, and safe and for him, that was what mattered. He had a home free of abuse, or drugs, of fear that his brother would get arrested or worse.
He was alone on a holiday? That was a small sacrifice he was happy to pay to remain sane and safe. It hurt sure but-
But...
But they were his family. They were supposed to come together and it wasn't like he had work to do, that he had some great obligation. But that would have been a blatant lie. His only obligation was to himself he thought. To live and be happy. It was one of the last things his mother had told him when he'd seen her sober. When she wasn't so out of it she mistook him for his father. When she'd still been his mom. Now? Now she was a stranger, a stranger with the mask of a woman who had forgotten who she was. Mehtab looked at his TV, the small screen showing commercials of happy families and their lives. Normal, living in happiness, sharing a meal that cost nearly a week's worth of wages for him.
He wanted that kind of life. One day, that's what he hoped for. To have a normal life, but now? Now he had to deal with his broken family and the holidays. The dread and sadness and the crushing reality of a land of broken dreams and fake politics aimed at his skin and his genes and his income and what he did and fought for. He also had now the fun work of being magical and from space with some alien soul. He was 18. An adult but hardly. He knew that, so why didn't the world. Being 18 didn't make things easier, it made it harder. Support left, no one taught how to be an adult, how to file taxes, he had to learn that on his own.
Looking at the screen to his dinner he made a mental comparison. On TV they had a whole bird. He had microwave chicken nuggets. On TV they had stuffing and mashed potatoes. His were at best, luke warm. On TV, they had pumpkin pie. He had a brownie. Or something vaguely chocolate that was trying to pass itself off as a legit baked brownie.
Still, he could hear the people next door, screaming, fighting. He had a warm meal, his own home. He was safe and secure. His family was not his chain, they were his past. They were alive still.
Mehtab figured that for his lot, that was all he could really ask for.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 8:16 pm
Giving ThanksUsername: Skye Starrfyre Character: Rikard Colby // Captain RichteriteI'm thankful for: The paper lie crumpled at the bottom of a trash can, words littered across it like the other balls of paper that lie strewn across the floor; balls that hadn't quite made it to the trash can. It had been the final draft of words that he had needed to get out of his mind and off of his chest. Things that I am thankful for, in no particular order:
There is a roof over my head.
I didn't flunk out of Hellworth Hillworth.
The Corruption didn't kill me the first time.
The Corruption didn't kill me the second time.
I have yet to be killed by any of my superior officers for being a useless piece of gathering information off of the grid. (Best way to get intel? Idek anymore.)
I survived my 21st birthday. Alone. Mostly.
I did not drunk dial Lucien or Lysander on said birthday. No texts either. (I would like an achievement for this. Medal? Look into possibilities.)
I have learned to shuffle metal cards without cutting off any fingers (some nicks, no fatalities).
My 'uniform' coat covers my a**.
The decoration on my belt is not a youma. (Looks like one. Isn't. Doesn't talk. Thank god.)
My parents have not asked me to join them for the holidays this year. Yet. I WILL BE EVEN MORE THANKFUL IF THEY DO NOT. HINT HINT, UNIVERSE.
I do not miss everyone as much anymore. Knowing that they aren't here in Destiny City doesn't hurt as much anymore.
I am thankful that everyone who isn't here is potentially safe. Not a scout. Not a soldier. Safe.
I am thankful, grateful, that despite all of the stupid things I've done I've made it this far. I've made it through another year. I haven't become one of this city's statistics. I've survived. Space hasn't taken me. The ground hasn't swallowed me up. I haven't yet passed the point of no return.
I am thankful for those who have stopped to talk to me without attacking.
Tubby kittens who like to have their head scratched (hope someone gave him turkey for Thanksgiving. May have to find him and give him some if not).
Animal shelters that take in strays. Pondering adopting one. No time. Maybe after war is over? LOL
Hot showers. Hot showers. I could fill up a page with this. Weather is getting colder. Patrolling not as fun in the cold. At least I have a coat. How do scouts not freeze to death?
Not dead. Don't always feel alive, but not being dead is a plus.
Thankful that superiors can't read minds. Might have been brainwashed by now if they could.
Need more information. Need... At some point Rik had stopped writing and started drawing on the page; mindless doodles and distracted scribbles. On some parts of the page he had written names that had been drawn over and scratched out until nothing remained of them. He was thankful for so many things that he could have continued listing them to fill numerous pages. Most of all, he was thankful to have gotten things out of his head and onto paper, at least enough thoughts to clear room for more. Things were changing. He was changing... Closer and closer to the edge of darkness. Eventually someone was going to make him leap. He wasn't sure he would be so thankful when that time came...
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 9:12 pm
Giving Thanks
Username: DivineSaturn
Character: Tara Kavanaugh
I'm thankful for:
Holidays, with their abundance of ritual and tradition, encouraged those who celebrated them to look back at how they had been celebrated before. Families would trot out stories of how they always went to visit Santa at the local department store, or recall the first time their children saw the big Christmas tree in the town square, or talk about the big Easter Egg Hunt they had organized for the whole neighborhood. It was a time for taking comfort in good memories, using them as a buffer against an increasingly uncertain future.
Except in Tara’s case, when looking back at holidays past was a painful process. She slept fitfully on the car ride up to her parents’ place, waking up every so often, just to fall back to sleep as she leafed through one of her textbooks. She didn’t dream of violence and blood, but of days gone by.
She didn’t know what her first Thanksgiving as a senshi was like, since she’d been dead at the time. The same was probably true of her second Thanksgiving, but it was juxtaposed against hazy memories of Barren Pines, making everything a big blur. The third came on the heels of the coma disease, and her decision to take a vacation from being a superhero. Even asleep, she couldn’t help but mock herself for that ill-fated choice. As upset and confused as she’d been at the time, she should have known that running from her problems wasn’t the answer.
But was it really any different than the situation she was in now? Or was she just using the excuse of not having her pen to make the same mistakes twice?
After that, she’d withdrawn from the normal, human side of her life. Aside from one memorable Thanksgiving spent as a cat, she’d done nothing but hole up in her room and wait for the world to end. And when it didn’t, she’d run away from it entirely, in a mad attempt to keep everything from breaking down around her. She hadn’t celebrated Thanksgiving in space, hadn’t even noticed it passing her by. Hadn’t noticed her whole life passing her by, until someone reached out and yanked her back to Earth.
That was something to be thankful for, Tara decided drowsily, as Kent turned the car into their parents’ driveway. Now she had another chance at life, which was more than she could reasonably expect to get. More than she deserved, she thought to herself, though she could never let her family know that. They were already worried about her, and for good reason. She knew better than to think she would have any time for herself during this visit. And maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
Over the past few years, she’d had more than enough of her own bad company. Now it was time to start letting other people in again. Some probably wouldn’t care to come back- her heart hurt as she thought about phone messages she still couldn’t bring herself to respond to- but even after running away, her family still welcomed her with open arms. That was a pretty fantastic gift all on its own.
That said, if they stuck to her like white on rice, she was still going to moan and groan, no matter how grateful she was.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 9:37 pm
Giving ThanksUsername: Kyuseisha no Hikari Character: Orin Verner/Chibi Goretti I'm thankful for: Link (sob sorry it got really long ;; )
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 10:39 pm
Giving ThanksUsername: LP Character: Snowball I'm thankful for: x (It ended up being 1k words >>; )
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 11:55 pm
Giving Thanks
Username:Shanyume
Character: Hannah Carrington
I'm thankful for:
Around the oval table, extended with the center leaf, Hannah had sat adjacent from the bay window that looked out into their back yard. Just like the last few years both her aunts and uncles as well as their children, save for Isaac, came over to enjoy a Thanksgiving feast then partake in some games while the adults looked through ads for black friday shopping.
As per tradition each person took a turn to give thanks for that which they were most thankful for. While both Liam and Jesse gave thanks for their good grades all the adults seemed to rehearse the same mantra one by one, family and health. However, when it came to Hannah she remained silent.
Given all the things life had thrown her way since the start of the new year it was kind of difficult to find something to voice appreciation or something that had not already been said. “I’m just glad all of you made it here today,” she sincerely added after a pregnant pause.
When it seemed everyone had finally finished eating, Hannah pushed her chair backwards and stood up. Gathering her dishes she set her salad bowl on top of the plate then put her silverware in the cup before skirting around the dining room table to take her place setting into the kitchen to rinse off and put into the dishwasher. Everyone had their part to play when it came to the Thanksgiving meal; hers just happened to be clean up while her father finished carving the turkey.
“Hey dad?” Hannah paused what she was doing to look over her shoulder when it became apparent that he didn’t hear her. “Dad?” She repeated, this time a little louder.
“Hmm?” He responded. Though he did not stop what he was doing, James did inclining his head in her direction to let her know he was listening.
“Could you put a few pieces of turkey in a bowl for me please?” Two more plates were loaded into the bottom rack. Aside from there being room for one more cup on the top rack, there really asn’t much else she could do till the dishwasher ran its full cycle. Yes, cleaning the dishes by hand was still an option but not really something the young women really felt like doing at this point in time.
“Going to take some upstairs to your cat?” He wondered out loud though he already knew the answer; Hannah was a bit of a bleeding heart at times and didn’t like others to feel left out whether they walked on two legs or four paws. It was a quirk of hers, and not one he sought to discourage.
“She’s been a part of our family how many months now? Three… Four maybe?” After putting one of the cleaning packets into the dishwasher detergent cup Hannah turned the knob to the correct setting and was rewarded to the sound of the machine roaring to life.
“True,” James interjected while nodding his head in agreement. It had taken some convincing but ultimately he was glad for their tiny addition. “Here you go sweetie.” He passed her a small child sized salad bowl with four to five bits of white meat and a few shreds of dark.
“Thank you!” Hannah replied with a sincere smile. After giving her father a peck on the cheek she opened the fridge and produced one of the banana pudding cups.
James quirked an eyebrow in his daughter's direction. “Not going to have any pie?”
“I will later, just not in the mood for a slice right now.” With a bit of a wink, Hannah turned on her heel then headed upstairs towards her bedroom where the little guardian cat lay in wait.
“Sheena.” She cooed softly, setting the bowl beside her before peeling back the pudding lid and setting that down as well. Reaching over Hannah re adjusted the plaid bow so the little decorative piece didn’t fall into the food she had brought up. “Thank you,” the young woman fell silent for a minute or so as she stroked the Guardian Cat’s long soft fur coat.
“Thank you for staying with me, for helping me grow stronger in ways I didn’t know were possible. But most importantly, thank you for looking out for me and being such a good friend.” A small smile lifted the corners of her lips before she place a kiss upon the star mark on Sheena’s forehead
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