Today is the day of Thanksgiving. A day where families came together to feast upon a delicious meal and be thankful for everything they have. A peaceful time where families and friends can enjoy eachothers presence.

Not in this family, though. You didn't speak to many of your relatives, and Simon didn't speak to his at all. You and Simon had gotten married last year around late July. And then in April your gorgeous daughter, Amani, was born. She was the best little thing you and Simon could ask for. She slept for hours at a time, was the most happy baby you have ever seen, and she never threw tantrums. She's currently seven months old.

You and Simon enjoyed celebrating holidays with your small family. So, of course you'd participate in Thanksgiving too. Though, it was quite chaotic at times.

You and Simon were constantly menuvering around the kitchen, cooking food. Simon accidently left his mac and cheese that tasted absolutely divine in the oven for too long and burnt the hell out of it. So then he had to completely start over. The kitchen wasn't very big, so you and your husband, Simon, were regularly bumping into eachother.

Eventually, the meal was done. Amani prepared the dining table as you asked her to, laying down plates, cups, and silverware on the tables surface in front of the chairs.

You sat down at the table while Simon gently set Amani in her highchair. He dished out mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, mashed green beans, and some turkey cut into very small pieces so she didn't accidently choke onto Amani's little plate.

"The food is very good, love." Simon pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, and then sat down with his own plate of food.