(Riley's Pov)
"Happy Thanksgiving!" I said as I walked into the kitchen where mom is making food.
"Happy Thanksgiving, honey," she said.
"Who's all coming over?" I asked.
"No one. No one could get into town since the roads are too icy. Only certain parts of Frankview are clear."
"Oh," I said and sat down at the kitchen island.
"It will just be you, Michael, your father, and me."
"Okay, that's fine," I said and smiled.
"Why don't you go watch the parade? Or the football game?" Mom asked.
"I get bored of it too easily. Can I help you cook?"
"Nothing to do yet. I just put the turkey in the oven and the other stuff will come later."
"Okay," I sighed and she laughed.
"Don't be so bummed out. You can help me make the pies later."
"Okay!" I said, excited.
"So, how are you
