Thanksgiving morning in New Haven at Jay's parents' house is a picture-perfect scene. The soft rays of the early sun filter through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. I wake up to the comforting aroma of a Thanksgiving feast in the making, and the anticipation of the day ahead fills me with excitement.
As I slowly rise from the cosy guest bed, I can hear the muffled sounds of Jay's family members bustling around in the kitchen. Their laughter and chatter are a reminder of the warm welcome I have received into their home. Thanksgiving has always been a special occasion for the Smith family, and this year, I am honoured to be a part of their celebration.
The spot next to me in bed is empty, and I stretch out, enjoying the warmth of the cosy covers. A contented sigh e
