Emma McKenna's P.O.V
I'm just sitting on the high stool that on the kitchen island watching my mom get busy over dinner. I just remember that it was for thanksgiving day. For some reason I thought my mother is acting different the same way as my father. Seem like they were hiding something from me, I guess. Because judging from my siblings act they were giving the same vibe as my mother and father gave.
The negative aura radiate too much that I could feel it close to me. But nonetheless seem like I had to shrugged it off since our relatives will come over for dinner. A sound of our utensils clatter with each others woke me up from my early afternoon daydream.
"That sure a mile away daydream" My mother said as she placing all of the plates on the table.
I look at her in confusion. But as she had a little smile spread across her lips, I realised I did daydream.
"Is there anything in your mind you would like to share with me?" Mom ask as she look at me and smile lovingly.
I shook my head lightly. Knowing that mom won't tell me what is going on. "Where's dad? Haven't seen him today?"
Mom shook her head once again. Well I guess I knew what does that mean. Usually at a time like this, he would hanged out with Uncle John at his workshop. Weird, but that my dad is. Usually people will start to gather around at home when it was a thanksgiving, but it different with my dad. Guess that is a sign for me and mom to cook extra food since there will be extra guest too.
"Well I think this much foods won't be enough. Knowing how dad will bring extra guests"
Mom facepalming. "You are right"
I stood up from sitting there. Grabbing the extra apron that hanged on next to the fridge and walked to the kitchen island back.
"Then what shall we makes for today. I don't think so what we have now aren't enough. Since it was a thanksgiving day, I bet dad will bring few homeless people that he knew close enough tonight"
Mom nodding. She look closely at all of the foods that already prepared. She took a quick glance at the roast Turkey that already on the large plate with all of those decoration. One won't be enough, but to makes another one won't provided enough times. To be honest it already look like a feast, just by looking at the menu. Well still because it was thanksgiving, having this much money won't be enough to serve all of those people.
Long story short, it was our family tradition, every single years each time the thanksgiving day we won't eat at the dinner table but with Uncle John helped, he will assembling a long table with longer seats each side at our backyard. Dad say it will be more merrier to eat together without leaving anyone behind. But this year, something is off. Like there something happen. I don't see Uncle John and his workers two days earlier assembling the long table like usual. But mom just prepared the dinner table that all. Aren't it supposed to be that we all eating together in that long table with everyone else.
One small hint that I already notice since yesterday but mom and dad act like I was stupid to notice all that. And the feeling of something is wrong are going stronger and I could feel it.
My short daydream once again stop midway as I heard a honking sound came from outside. Guess that dad is home, either he was alone or with some of his friends.
We should hurry. And you Emma McKenna stop daydream" Mom said as she scurried away from the kitchen counter.
I sheepishly smile and continue on my task. Preparing a snack that I could makes in the short time.
But little do I know that soon a drama was about to start.