As we drove down my parent’s forested driveway my heart was warmed as I saw smoke rising out of the chimney of their little humble cabin home, the home of my childhood. I knew my mother would have something wonderful cooking and memories flooded my mind. My younger brother had died a tragic death some years before and I was now their only child. You can just imagine how happy they were to see their grandbabies and us on that snowy November evening, just one week before Thanksgiving.

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