The ticking in my head continues. Before long, I will have to ready myself to leave behind the life I've had for the past few years in this cramped and ancient one-bedroom apartment. I watch the front door in the hopes that it will open to reveal my sister on the other side, timid in her steps but walking towards me for our last goodbye.
Karlie and Brad have joined Ash and I in the kitchen as we ready the roast chicken and they start on the cranberry and peach pie. One of my mother's family recipes passed down through several generations, or so I was told. By eight o'clock we've finished setting the table and I move to take out the chicken from the oven. It's perfect. Although, I couldn't say the same for the pie.
