Ashley Scaife
19 November 2012
Ms. Harmon
Pre AP English 10
What Happened to Tradition
I am walking down the hall to my room and I open my door. There’s my scrapbook on the bookshelf over there. I hear my mom calling me “Ashley let’s go! We don’t want to be late.” Every day since the day I was born we have celebrated Thanksgiving at my grandmother’s house, and we are never on time. I respond to her by saying”oh so trying to break tradition and try to be on time for once.” (Oh how I love sarcasm) As I am running out of the house my feet skid across the concrete as I suddenly came to a stop. My mom is telling me to go back into the house my camera. Wow I really would not want to forget that!
As we are driving to grandmothers house I can practically taste the warm tender ham drowned in glaze can smell the aroma of spices flowing in the air. I can almost taste the warm fluffy vanilla cake. Wow I must be hungry! Knock, knock, knock, and knock!”Ashley (whispers a voice) Ashley, Ashley, ASHLEY!” The voice is getting louder, why am I shaking? Wake up Ashley we are getting ready to leave in 3 hours.
“Ugh” I groan. “Well, that dream was great while it lasted.” I feel like reality smacked me in the face.
“You are not getting out of this one,”my mom says.
“But it is not fair mom”
“Don’t even start this morning; we are going to your sisters’ house for thanksgiving to celebrate with her in laws.”
“They are not my family.”
“Yes they are.”
“No they are not, well by marriage only that means nothing.”
“I don’t know how much more of your disrespectful tone I can take Ashley.”
“Call me selfish but my family shares the same blood as me, and they don’t therefore they are not my family.”
“Well Ashley you don’t always get what you want so grown up.”
“Whatever!”
I honestly don’t like change. Why can’t things stay the same? I am walking down the hall way into my room. I collapse on the bed with a long, tired, angry groan. I sit up in my bed and I see my scrapbook on the bookshelf, so I grab it and flip through the pages. Scrapbooks are filled with memories that we sometimes forget. As I am turning the pages in the book I come across some pictures of my extended family. I am smiling as I flip through the pictures. I am thinking about all of the fun time we have together. How we sit around the table and tell stories and share laughs. They like to get up and act out scenes and stories, which is the funniest thing ever. My favorite things to do with them are playing card and board games. No matter what we do I always have fun; even I am usually always the youngest. I only get to see them once every year for thanksgiving, unless there is a death in the family or a big family birthday celebration. Basically when there is an event when the whole family needs to get together. That’s why I love to cherish every single moment with them, and missing one thanksgiving is like skipping a whole year of not seeing them.
Let’s be honest my sisters in laws are like complete strangers to me, so spending thanksgiving with them is going to be weird, but I guess if I never try to get to know them they will forever remain strangers. So I guess that it will not be so bad going over there. Who knows I may actually enjoy myself. I turn on some music and dance around my room. I think it is strange how bombed I was just a few minutes ago no I am a little curious. I go to the car and we pull out of the garage and drive away to my sister’s house to make more memories. In the end I found out that I should not always assume the worst. Who really knows I may enjoy my sisters in laws as much as I enjoy my family. I will never know until I give them a chance.
