Thanksgiving memory

In my household, Thanksgiving was always a big deal. My mom, the typical italian she is, loved to cook dish after dish for all of my family members. Each year finding new recipes and hounding us to find out if she should make it next year, whether or not we liked it. My family has been through alot and my dad always emphasized to us kids that no matter what we have, nice or shitty car, little shack or a mansion on the beach, to always be thankful for what you have been given. In my fathers eyes, nothing in this world is guaranteed and you should always be grateful.

When thinking about a thanksigivng in particular, my memory brings me back to one holiday when i was around the age of 12, living in south florida. Severe thunderstorms throuhgout the area consumed most people's attention. News and media coverage was all centered on how devastating the storm was. We had just finished dinner and my grandmother from Peru was in visiting out family. 

We had just finished dinner and were about to have some desert and sit around our table and talk when the power went out. From having light illuminating the entire house, with the echoes of thunder throughout my living room, the kitchen went black. With her thick spanish accent, all my grandma had to say was "fuck".

That is a moment that i will never forget.