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Thanksgiving isn’t always my favorite holiday.
One: there are so many people crowding up a single house, it can be overwhelming.
Two: sometimes it’s just the food. It’s different every year and you never know if you will enjoy it most of the time.
I and my family were on our way to our grandparents. My mother had been staying up all night long there cooking nonstop, so that’s why she wasn’t home when we all awoke. My brother is a picky two-year-old. He was in the backseat playing with his tablet and being the iPad kid he was, he was picking his nose.
I cringed as I flipped my mirror back up.
Then there's my sister. She is two years older than my brother, and oh my GOD was she 10x worse than him. She has this habit of sucking her thumb, picking her nose, and the fits. Don’t even get me started on those fits. If she doesn’t get her way, she will scream to the top of her lungs without a second thought. If you do something as little as breathing she will yell at you as though she is the boss. Moral of the story, she is a brat.
I began to wonder how many people would be attending my grandparent's house this year. Last year there weren't many since some people decided to have Thanksgiving at their own homes. I was hoping and praying it would be the same this year.
Last year my great-great grandma came. She was really creepy, to be honest. She would stand feet away from you and stare at you while laughing. That laugh sounded like a witch too. I hoped and prayed she wouldn’t be coming as well. After that incident, I had nightmares for god knows how long.
My dad drove the truck into the grass of my grandparent's lawn. Goddammit… There were more cars here than last year. That’s when anxiety struck me. I was never the social type of person, and when it came to associating with cousins, aunts, uncles, hell even grandparents at this point, it was challenging. Most of them I don’t see often so it’s kinda awkward just simply talking to them. Most of my cousins don’t exactly know I exist, so that would be a plus I suppose.
Then I snapped out of my trance when I heard the door open. My dad stepped out of the car and went to the back to unbuckle my sister. I knew for a fact that as soon as I stepped foot into that house everybody was gonna be staring, there would be no going back. Based on the number of cars there as well, there wasn’t gonna be a single place to sit. Not even the floor at this point.
I got out of the car and went to where my dad was standing. He was struggling to unbuckle the belt that held my brother in his car seat. I stood there taking advantage of the time we spent outside instead of in that house. I even bet there are so many people that the house feels like a desert.
My sister began to groan and tell my dad to hurry up. She was acting just like how I described her earlier, she complains over the smallest things, it’s extremely annoying.
My dad finally got the belt to unbuckle and he took my brother out of the seat. He held my brother while my sister walked behind them. I stood there, wanting to take my time to get inside the house. I started to walk slowly behind them. Then we got to the door, and boy was I right about everything.
The house was hotter than the sun I bet, the number of people was nerve-racking, and LO AND BEHOLD, they all just stared. Oh, and for the cherry on top, there was nowhere to sit. Great, just GREAT.
I wanted to have a mental breakdown at that moment, but my amount of self-control was impressive right now. I made my way to the kitchen to see my mom, and what do I see?
My mom was talking to my aunt. Ain’t no way I’m associating with her now, she has betrayed my trust. With my luck today though, fate wouldn’t allow me to simply just walk away.
“Hey Y/N. How have you been?” I hear my aunt from behind say. You’ve done it this time, haven’t ya?
I did a really smooth 180 and stared at her. I hadn’t even noticed my cousin sitting next to her. All three of them awaited my response as I just stood there being silent. “Good.” I was capable of at least saying a word without stuttering, and I was proud of that. Before my aunt could talk I quickly said “I’ll see you all around? Alright bye!” and walked away.
I knew for a fact my mom rolled her eyes as I walked off. To be honest, I didn’t know where I was walking, but I somehow ended up in the dining room. The table was empty as well if you exclude the stray objects that were scattered on the tabletop. It looked like my grandma sewed in here because she had a full-out setup.
I grabbed a chair from the table and put it up against the wall and sat down. I took my earbuds and plugged them into my… phone? Where was my phone? You’re telling me that you’re gonna bring earbuds, but you won’t bring your phone? What sense did that make? Could this POSSIBLY get any worse???
I went out of the house to go to the truck and are you shitting me.
I forgor my phone at home 💀
Now I sounded like my sister because now I was the one throwing a tantrum and taking it out on my earbuds. Poor earbuds. Well too bad because it’s not like I needed them.
All I wanted to do was go sit down in that chair in the dining room, and zone out all the noise, similar to what I do in my classes. Maybe that’s why you’re failing Y/N, maybe just maybe.
I walked into the house and went straight for the dining room.
At that very moment, I wanted to just cry. I wanted to give up on this family. I wanted to walk out of that house and walk all the way home. I wanted to devolve and become a brat of a sister and throw a little hissy. My luck has just been out of this world today. Literally, this is inhumane. What did I possibly do to deserve THIS?
The dining room was filled with people. Some were just sitting there talking to one another, while some were eating. Then I heard my name. It was my mother. World kill me now. I already know what she wants me to do.
She told me to make my plate.
I went into the kitchen, and as surprising as it was, it wasn’t filled with a truckload of people. I guess people made their food and ate quickly. Then I remembered the tantrum I threw outside. Wonder how long that took… Now I genuinely feel bad for my earbuds. I got snapped out of my trance when someone bumped into me. It was that ‘sus’ter of my mine. She was sucking her thumb while holding a cup. It was apple juice 😭. This world has betrayed me so much today. I’m gonna vent my feelings to my pillow when I get home. This was (excuse my language) BULL POOP 🤬.
In return for the tomfoolery I have had to put up with, I pulled her ponytail. She turned around and looked like she saw a ghost. I mean she probably became the ghost if anything based on how dramatic she was. She would act like I just amputated a limb from her.
And DARN was I right. She just stood there, staring into the abyss. Me and her just had a stare off and then, JUST THEN when my cousin passed by us, she yelled “BOZO” in that squeaky girly voice of hers.
My cousin's reaction was PRICELESS. If only I had a phone I could've videoed it because it was hilarious. She walked away as slow as possible. As for my sister, well don’t ask me where she got it from and how she knows it but… she flipped me off. Seeing a four-year-old flipping ME off was the funniest shit I wouldn’t imagine I get to witness. Sometimes I hated her capability of being annoying, but her attitude was my favorite thing about her.
I began making my plate once everyone was finished making theirs. I got to the mashed potatoes and oh my lord, was there a lot in there. I filled a third of my plate with the potatoes. As I was about to put another spoonful onto my plate. I heard a whisper right next to my ear.
“Did you know that your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed…?” an old-sounding female voice from behind me said. I stared down at the pot seeing a shadow hover slightly over my shadow. The lighting in here sucks tbh. I turned around to see how the anonymous being was, and it was the one grandparent I hoped I wouldn’t see.
It was my great-great-grandma…
She did that wicked smile of hers as she stared at me. She began backing up slowly over to the doorway while still staring at me. Until she finally left my eyesight was when I continued to shovel the last spoon of potatoes onto my plate. Looks like I will be having nightmares for the next two weeks.
I went over to the turkey and took a slice for myself. I stuck it right on top of my mashed potatoes without realizing it. I looked around and found the green beans. I thought, why not, what’s the worst that could happen. I took a spoonful of the beans onto my plate, and that was when I realized where I was sticking all this food. I now have mashed potatoes, covered with turkey that was now soaked in green beans.
I’m not even gonna say it again. Today is just… no….
I grabbed a roll, not even bothering with the butter, and went to the living room. I knew I couldn’t eat in the dining room because that place was filled with nothing but people. I saw my dad and two of my uncles, including one of my cousins, all sitting on the couches. I went to sit by my dad and began eating. At Least one thing went right today, he wasn’t questioning my plate at all. I was grateful for that too.
I didn’t bother with my roll, instead of sticking it to the side. There was no point in it anyway, it had no butter. My dad took the hint and took the roll for his own. I didn’t even care at this point.
I had just finished eating all my turkey and potatoes when I felt something. I knew this feeling really well. My stomach was using that food to create something entirely new, and that something was a massive diarrhea. I quickly threw my plate away and rushed around the house anxiously trying to find a bathroom.
I checked in hallways, rooms, all around, even in closets for god's sake I needed a toilet, and fast. My muscles that were clenching my cheeks to stop myself from shitting myself were about to give out. I could feel the more feces build up as it forcefully pushes itself out of me. I was about to give up and poop myself like my brother, that was when my great-great-grandma found me.
“What are you doing in these halls?” She questioned me with the signature grin that gave me chills. “I-i’m looking for a bathroom.” I stuttered while holding my stomach. She slowly walked beside me and turned around. “Go right over there, straight, and the door on the left will be a restroom.” She said. I took off without not thanking her of course.
I went exactly where she said I should go, and I was so relieved when I saw a toilet. I was never more happy in my life to see something like a toilet. As soon as I shut the door and locked it, I rushed over to the toilet and sat down on it. I was so excited that I found a toilet and forgot to pull down my pants. How stupid Y/N you’re unbelievable I swear. I was lucky I didn’t let all the feces out when I sat.
I pulled my pants down and began the process I call shitting. It felt so good to finally release all of that weight out of me. I sat there for a good minute. I couldn’t tell if it was diarrhea or just normal shit, but I couldn’t even give a care in the world.
At this point, it was ridiculous of the number of feces I was capable of holding in for so long. This is a month's worth of shit and I can’t tell if I'm proud of this monstrosity or just plain out disgusted.
After a while of shitting non-stop, I felt it all come to a halt. At last, I thought. I got up and wiped myself like a normal being. I looked down at how much of my guts I just shat out. Oh… My… Lord THAT WAS A LOT. I’m worried about the toilet at this point. It won’t be able to swallow such a big load I just got stuck in it. I crossed my fingers and flushed it.
That’s when I was in for a big surprise. During the time it tried to flush, some of the shit bubbled up and splatter onto the walls. How JUST HOW could this day get worse. The toilet would answer that question for me. It began to overflow.
I thought about the situation for a second. This must be very embarrassing… Here I am shitting my guts out in my grandparent's bathroom. And the result of that, well let’s just say there’s now feces on the walls and floor. I want to die. The whole place smelled like a sewer but 10x worse. Then I began to wonder how the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles felt. Heck, they literally lived in sewage.
Then once again I get snapped out of my thoughts, by hearing my mom yell for me. I ran out of the bathroom, trying to avoid stepping on poop. I finally found my mom and begged her for help.
“What could you possibly need Y/N?” she said annoyingly. “I went number 2 in the toilet and now it won’t flush, PLEASE mother who gave birth to me __ years ago PLEASE help me” I begged with my hands pushed together as though I’m praying to her like she is a God.
Before she could even answer we heard a scream. It was one of my cousins. She screamed out “WHAT THE HECK?” I knew what she meant as well. I saw the light from the bathroom, basically indicating the door had been opened. Then shit spores began to fill the air. Oh, I was done for. My family wouldn’t let go of this one. I saw my uncle and dad outside of the bathroom door just staring. They were speechless, and I understood why. The sight was gruesome. There were feces and toilet water all over the ground, including the walls. The toilet paper I used to wipe had been shoved out onto the floor when the toilet originally overflowed. The smell was GOD awful. I was proud though, as weird as it may sound. I was proud of what my body was somehow capable of producing. It was an interesting sight to see. Yet disgusting.
My grandma and grandpa came to see what the commotion was about. My grandpa froze as soon as he saw it, while my grandma fainted. She actually fainted. She fell to the ground that was now covered in shitty water with a loud thud. Her body falling caused shit to fling itself onto anything surrounding it. And my mother’s face was the feces' first target. I was done for. The feces landed on her lips.
She screamed.
And that grew even more attention.
More of my cousins gathered around, even my aunts and uncles. Then my dad appeared.
Oh god was I in for a treat when I got home.
My great-great-grandma watched from afar just smiling at the scene before her.
The place was in complete chaos.