It was Thanksgiving Day on November 27, 2014. My family and I had just arrived at my great-aunt’s opulent lake-side house for Thanksgiving dinner. As soon as we walked through the grand wooden door, my nostrils inhaled a myriad of splendid aromas, and I felt as if nothing could ruin this wonderful (food-filled) day. I quickly realized the house was packed to the brim with many other obnoxious relatives and family friends, yet my mood did not turn sour. As the evening continued, I had come to the realization that I was not feeling all that well, but I was determined to make it through to dinnertime. The family gathered at the table to pray before the meal, and I gazed at the glistening turkey and magnificent dishes before me in awe. During prayer, I …show more content…
I attempted to eat some mashed potatoes, hoping that they wouldn’t cause me to puke, but as I felt bile rising in my throat, I wisely thought that it would be better if I didn’t attempt to eat anything else for the rest of the evening. For the rest of the night, I watched my relatives put the glorious food on their plates, and stuff their mouths with dessert with their insatiable appetite, and I repeatedly asked my parents if we could go home so I could wallow in peace. After what seemed like eons, my parents agreed to bring me home. Because I didn’t eat any Thanksgiving food, I sulked in the car all the way home. Little did I know that my day would soon worsen and take a turn for the worse… When we pulled up to our home, I felt the unmistakable nausea return, and I quickly made a run to the nearest toilet. There by the toilet, I threw up the little amount of food that I had eaten during dinner, and stayed there vomiting, for the entire night. And that’s the story of how I got the stomach bug on Thanksgiving and wasn’t able to eat an enormous amount of food that is only socially acceptable on Thanksgiving