There are mashed potatoes, sliced ​​carrots, slices of freshly cooked turkey, bread and cranberry sauce spread on the table, ready to be eaten. My father sits at the head of the table with my mother at the other end. I sit on the right side where there is only one chair with my two siblings sitting right in front of me, like last year, the year before, etc. That’s always when my family is closest and most connected. Previous arguments are dissolved and everyone gets along. There are conversations about the football game on TV, playing quietly in the background, and stories from college about whether or not to give in to our dog scavenging for scraps. side of the field.