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Thanksgiving Day. I decided to wear the white dress that I had picked up from the boutique last week. The lace batwing sleeves reached my elbows. It had a deep V neckline and several buttons below the white band that hugged my ribs. The bottom of the flowing dress reach the middle of thighs. I let my wavy blonde hair do it’s thing and put on a full face of makeup.
I bopped downstairs early, excited to begin food preparation with the ladies of the family. Ever since I was young I was in charge of peeling and chopping potatoes.
When I arrived at the bottom of the stairs my pap was sleeping in the recliner, a clear indication that Mimi made him get up too early today. Hayes and my dad sat with Jude.
I waltz into the kitchen where all eyes are on me.
“Wow! You look beautiful!” My
