I remember those holiday dinners sitting around the table with my family.
Sitting across from my sisters while my mom was next to me. My dad sat at the head of the table and my granny at the other end. We’d laugh and joke before saying prayers and digging in. The mood was high, the food delicious. Many years have passed, and I still remember those nights on Thanksgiving and Christmas. We’d all laugh when my sister asked for another piece of bread. With cheeks still full, my granny would always say, “Go right ahead.” Many years have passed since then; those days are long gone. Those kids have grown up and started families of their own.
And even though we don’t see each other doesn’t mean we lost our family ties, but sometimes I look up at the clock, amazed how time flies.
I would stare at the cake lovingly with food on my plate. Dreaming about that caramel delight, so I hurried up and ate. I still remember those family dinners; I wished my Papa was still there with me. We’d all smile and reminisce about the love he had for his family.
When I would think back to my childhood, I remembered the good times I had as a kid. The games that we’d play. The times we spent going over other family member’s houses to see cousins, aunts, and uncles. Most of all, though, I remember how, when I was a kid, I dreamed about getting older and couldn’t wait to be an adult. We shouldn’t take for granted the things that we had or have. We have to be grateful for the moments that we shared with our family and friends. To this day, I try and call my family whenever I can. I try to find time for those cousins that meant so much to me growing up. Life is too short to grow up to fast. The games may have changed, but that joy and love we felt as a kid should always stay the same.
