Despite frost in the air and streets lined with lights, rising COVID-19 cases have made it very difficult for families to gather together as they normally do this time of year. Usually, in my family, our Thanksgiving dinner includes over 75 people. This year, we decided to find a new way to uphold our traditions and make the best out...
My mother stormed up to her room one night, almost in tears. My brother and I don’t help enough with the dishes, with the laundry, with anything, really. It’s totally our fault. No, honestly. I’m not trying to come off as sarcastic. We don’t do enough. But we do try.
All my life, I’ve been told by my friends, “you’re so lucky to have no siblings” and “I wish I was an only child like you.” Although I understand where they are coming from, I truly believe that being an only child is over-glorified.
After weeks of guessing whether school would be canceled or not, I was pleasantly surprised when it was announced that we would get three days off, a reaction that I’m sure was shared by many of my classmates. As days turned into weeks of quarantine, my attitude changed dramatically.
Dessert. We adore dessert. Cakes, pies, cookies. You either grab it or there’s nothing left—It’s every person for themselves.
