Emily.
Another week and a half had passed, and Tristan was still avoiding me. He hardly said a word to me. Though he did smile and say good morning to me when we gathered for a breakfast feast in the hall last week.
And today was a hard day for me because it was Thanksgiving, and it would be the first year that I’d spend it without Grandpa. Even when I got older and moved into my own place, I’d still spend Thanksgiving with him. I’d stay the night in his apartment above the coffee shop the night before and we’d wake up early and I’d help him with preparing the turkey.
His turkey was always delicious as was his stuffing and mashed potatoes, and he even made an awesome pumpkin pie. A couple of years ago, we invited Lin and a couple of the ladies from Wuqao over. They brought some dishes, and it was one of the most fun Thanksgivings I had in years. Nothing but laughter and stories.