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“Could you pass me the yams please?” Mia’s hand went to pick up the dish her mom had just requested and handed it to her.

Once that exchange was done, the table immediately fell back into silence.

It wasn’t that the so-called ‘family’ dinners had ever been pleasant, it was just that it had never felt this awkward. Mia wondered if it was because it was Thanksgiving. Maybe that was putting more pressure on everyone than usual. After all, the holiday was all about being with the people you loved and being thankful for it, right? But looking at these solemn faces there was nothing to be thankful for it seemed.

Carla cleared her throat. She was determined not to let this meal go down as the worst thanksgiving ever. “So, is the food, okay?”

She’d spent hours preparing everything. She’d hoped if she could create a wonderful dinner, the tension between her and Bob, as well as the tension between the girl