It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and the kitchen was littered with plastic bags containing a plethora of ingredients, one of them being a massive turkey.

"Oh, you're up!" My mother smiles in surprise as she walks into the kitchen, her hands holding up a bundle of aluminum trays.

"I'm feeling a lot better," I reply. "What's all this for?" I ask referring to the grocery store that was sitting on our counters.

"It's for the party silly," she chuckles, reminding me of tomorrow.

Thanksgiving was the day when families reunited. The day where you had to sit down and act as if everything was perfect in life. The day...