THE THANKSGIVING SUNDAY
THE THANKSGIVING SUNDAY.
Janelle stood outside the gate as she glanced at her wristwatch for the umpteenth time, yet she had seen no sign of Rashid.
She had called him more than thirty times that morning, at first it was going through, but later it went switched off.
She was perplexed that something bad had happened on his way coming over.
Steff's presence brought her out from her solo thought, "He still isn't around?", Steff asked.
Janelle nodded her head, "He promised me that he would come for the Thanksgiving, if he had earlier given it a second thought and decided not coming, he would have at least told me, instead of me waiting here all day long.
"How is mum preparing?", She questioned.
"E-er-er-eeerm, she is doing well, My parents would be here in five seconds.... one, two, three, four, and finally five", Steff counted, as she winked at Janelle.