A short story about a little girl perspective of a Thanksgiving dinner.
| Today is Thanksgiving Day. Or in Spanish "Dia de Accion de Gracia". My entire
family will get together at "abuelita's" house to help cook the turkey. I love abuelita,
she's the best grandmother in the world.
By the way my name is Isabella Concepcion Martinez de la Cruz. But everyone
calls me Conchi or Conchita. I'm 8 years old and I'm in 3 grade. My skin is the color
of hazelnuts and my hair is a mixture of reds and browns. It's kind of wild so my
Mom always keeps it in two long braids. I have big brown eyes like everyone else
in the family and my teeth are a little bugtooth 'cause I still suck my thumb.
Anyway, so here I am in the kitchen sitting on the stoop with my cousins
when my grandmother yells at me: "Conchi, bring me the thread so I can tie the
turkey's legs!" I run and get it from the drawer right behind her. I watched her push
a little bit more stuffing into the humongous turkey and sew the opening shut.
Next, she began tying the bird's legs and popped it in the oven. She turned to
me and said : "Now, run outside and play. And leave Dona Maria alone girls!"
The rest of the evening more family drops by to leave more food or to take some to
another elderly relative that couldn't make it. Dinner as always was delicious,
I ate so much I had to undo the button of my pun-pun shorts.
Just then my 2nd favorite aunt in the whole world called. Her name was Maria,
and she was my Grandma's older sister. She was very tiny just like Mom, but she
had what I like to call a super humongous laugh that can be heard down the block.
She wanted to know whether we saved her some turkey to which my auntie
Zaida replied : "Yes, tia Maria, si, claro. Sure I'll bring you some right now.Okie
It seems my tia Maria didn't want to wait, so Grandma cut her a piece and
send it right away. My cousin Kayla, my sister Christi and I raced to the car faster
than a dog chasing the mailman. By the time my titi Zaida sat in the car we had our
seatbelts strapped on.
As we are parking the car my aunt ran outside signaling with her arms.
Startled we got out of the car. Now check this. It seems my grandma had lost her
wedding ring inside the stuffing and she was recalling all the pieces that went out
for inspection. So we took the turkey inside and started serving it to see who the
winner would be. Just when I thought that we weren't the lucky ones I bit into
something hard. I spat out a chunk of the grounded meat and squished the ring
I was the winner! I found the missing ring. I couldn't wait to give it
to Grandma. She will be so happy. We left right away. Everyone was clapping me
in the back as I made my way to "abuela". She looked at it and gave me a huge
hug and a kiss. She went immediately to wash it at the kitchen sink. She told me
in the 45 years since she married grandpa she never took it off and she'd never lost
Just as she was saying this, I heard a metallic clunk and then down the
drain it went. I looked at Grandma's face. It crumpled into tears and had everyone
dashing to the kitchen. The women were weeping while the men tried to take out
the sink pipe. A lot of struggling to help for nothing. The turkey was gone and so
was the ring. Poor "Abuelita"!
Christi was looking at her through the chicken fence in the kitchen. Kayla was
looking out from the window in front of the sink. She was singing an old song while
she washed the dishes and I.. I was going for the ham on the counter. We need
ham for bait so we can kill the rats that kept creeping to steal food from the
You see we like to call ourselves The Super Girls Exterminators and today we
were on mission. We will cut the ham in cubes and put a pill from grandpa's
medicine cabinet inside the cube and then drip a spoon of sauce on the nugget so
they couldn't smell it. It never fails.
Just when I was ready to snatch the ham Grandma gave a little skriek and
said :"My sink is flooding! Hurry up go outside! Check to see if there's something
stuck in the pipe on the floor."
This house is ancient so a lot of the piping is visible in the backyard. "The
pipe" Grandma mentioned has a gap the length of my hand on top and right now it
was flooding with hair. EEEWWww!!
I grabbed a piece of stick from the floor and began a tug-of-war that had my
sister ,my cousin and I sprawled on the floor with the offending hair ball dangling
from the string. And right there shiny as the sun was: Grandma's Ring!
I snatched it and held it to my heart. It was beautiful with hearts all around and
made with 3 different colors of gold.I threw my head back and yelled:
"GGRaaNDMAAAA! I found your riiing!" She poke her head out the kitchen
door and looked at my hand. She began smiling as she reached out her hand to
me. I slipped it right on her finger. She started laughing and soon we all we're
splitting our ribs. Oh ,Grandma. I told her not to wash it since it's been washing
itself for almost a year.
So to bring a story to an end I'll tell you I love Thanksgiving. Now I'm all
grown up so I stuff my very own turkeys. Somewhere in heaven tia Zaida is bringing
tia Maria a piece of turkey. I always cut a piece for those who didn't make it. But
back home sitting by the chicken screen sits "Abuela Cruz" with a smile on her
face, the sun glinting on the ring on her left hand.
Dedicated to my aunt Zaida Gual Morales and aunt Maria Morales Canales
(I will like to add a special thank you note to those of you who encouraged me
to re-edit my story. I'm forever grateful to Alfred Booth for the time he took
proof- reading and editing my piece. Thank You)