Thanksgiving is something nice, like the wind that rustles the leaves on the old maple tree at Grandma’s house, or the smell of Grandpa’s pipe freshly lit. The eager little kids waiting for that beautiful sensation they get from eating Grandma’s cooking and the laughter that fills the room at the end of the night. Getting tucked into bed and being kissed on the head before drifting off to sleep. That is what Thanksgiving is all about. But there will be no pumpkin pie baking in the oven, no honey ham being smoked on a fire, and no kiss goodnight from my Grandma, Grandpa, and Mom. No one to tuck me in and no one to wish me goodnight this Thanksgiving. There will only be dreams of the days that were so precious and kind, the one day there was no fighting, and the one and only time I remember my biological mother whisper, as if not to wake me, “I love you, my precious little girl.” But, I will wake, from that hope of going back to that day, the next morning in the clothes I wore yesterday, wipe the tears from my eyes, and slap a smile on my face, telling the world that I am okay.
Chianne is a lonely young woman who has always loved writing. She struggles with dyslexia but doesn’t let it stop her. Chianne is bullied at school and has a hard time making friends, so she finds peace in writing. Writing is one place she feels she can be herself and let out all her emotions.
