Mike POV
My parents' house was buzzing with all the preparations for dinner. Yesterday, aunt Rachel was here helping mom with the food. It smelled heavenly and I knew that it would be another traditional delicious Thanksgiving dinner.
My grandpa John liked to celebrate it. They said he hosted the most fancy, over-the-top dinners. He died when I was a little baby, so I know him through all the stories my parents have told us over the years.
My mom was adamant on keeping that tradition alive so year after year she made a big deal out of being here for Thanksgiving. She changed the tradition a little and instead of hosting dinner for friends and associates, she changed it to a family exclusive time.
Every year aunt Mackenzie and Uncle George showed up, my Grandpa-Uncle George and his
