Flying Turkeys - Amelia Caldwell

For the past five years or so my family decided that Thanksgiving dinner would be held at my house. The day before Thanksgiving and the morning of my mother and I slave away in the kitchen making all the food and keeping my brother and dad out of the food we already made. It is always my job to make the mashed sweet potatoes, the stuffing, and the pumpkin pies. Of course, I help with everything, but those three dishes are all mine.
At around 4 o'clock on Thanksgiving Day my grandparents and whoever else bothers to come arrive. We normally eat around 5 and then the adults talk and watch football. I am then on cousin duty. My 5 year old cousin, Peyton, does not like to sit still, at all. So I have to keep her entertained, and out of trouble. When some of my other, older, cousins are around, taking care of Peyton becomes much easier because I don't have to deal with her by myself.
I love Thanksgiving, and I love my family. However, the moment everyone finally leaves my house I automatically breathe a sigh of relief.
The most memorable Thanksgiving was the year before we started having at my house. We went to my cousins Cody and Seth's house. Cody was sick, but of course my entire family still came. My parents invited Seth to come spend the night at our house to get away from Cody.We got back, and little did we know Seth was going to the restroom and he was sick too! He did not tell anybody he was sick for an hour. My dad drove him the two hours back to his house. The next day we were supposed to be decorating, but my dad, my mom, and I were all extremely sick. My brother somehow managed to avoid the sickness, so he was jumping all around waiting for us to get out of bed. As you can probably imagined, we crushed his dreams just slightly.