I have two Thanksgiving, because my parents are split up. I go to both of my grandmother’s house and i eat thanksgiving dinner. We laugh and enjoy each other’s company. We all meet up at the same place, and we pray before we eat. Some thanksgiving for me are very confusing for me. I don’t know if i’m going to be with my mother first or my father. I would have to leave one house and go to the other. I have to eat light at one house because i know later i have to go eat at the other. On both sides of the family i have a big family. The house is always full with cousins, aunties, uncles, and friends. Everyone brings a dish. We have greens, dressing, ham, chicken, cornbread, peach cobbler, butter beans, mac