I. As a child, my family would always come together for holidays at our house. My aunts would fly in and my father would get my Nana from church to bring her to our house. I’d watch my mother conjure up an entire feast for holidays. She would prepare weeks in advance for what to feed us. She gave all of her care to cooking, plating, and cleaning her way to a masterpiece that’d be packed away in Tupperware and foil plates not hours later. We’d eat pie watching reruns of the Macy’s Day Parade for Thanksgiving. On Christmas, after attending an early morning sermon, we’d watch the A Christmas Story marathon on TBS all day while opening gifts.
This essay is really special. It feels like you, like your presence is in it. Like I can hear your voice reading it. I know that's kind of the point, but I just wanted to say that I believe you succeeded. Also, I cried reading the poem.
This essay is really special. It feels like you, like your presence is in it. Like I can hear your voice reading it. I know that's kind of the point, but I just wanted to say that I believe you succeeded. Also, I cried reading the poem.