
11/28/2024
ON THANKSGIVING, MY DAUGHTER, 5, THREW TURKEY ONTO THE FLOOR — WHEN I ASKED HER WHY, SHE SHOUTED, "I SAVED YOU ALL!"
My name is Margaret, and this Thanksgiving was supposed to be a celebration of family and gratitude. Our dining room was packed with my husband, our daughters (5 and 7), my parents, in-laws, siblings, and nieces and nephews — 14 people in total. Chaotic, but the good kind of chaos.
The moment had come to serve the turkey, golden brown and perfect. I carried it to the table, proud of my work. Just as I was about to carve, my 5-year-old daughter, Monica, tugged at my sleeve.