It was Thanksgiving Day weekend and John, 15, was being forced to leave the comfort of his home to go to his Grandparents to visit with his family and had to spend the weekend with his family over at there house because of how far they had to travel to go there and back. John had a number of cousins way too many to number let alone name.
Now John’s parents decided to leave Wednesday night so they could spend some time with their family although everyone would be arriving either Friday or Saturday and be leaving Sunday. Now lately John’s mom, Patricia, has been really moody and has said that life would be a lot easier if he was born a girl and they always had the same arguement that it was all his father’s fault and then his mother would always say his room should be neater,etc. John has though about a couple of times, very briefly, about what his life would be like if he was a girl. How would he look? Would he be popular? Would he date the quarterback?etc…
Now while he was sitting, practically sleeping, in his father’s Honda along with his father, Tom, and his mother he began to doze off and began to fantasize about what would his life would be like and how he would have been different and how he would be the same….
When they finally arrived at his grandparents house in Vermont, for what seemed like a eternity in their car, his grandparents instantly camme out to welcome them and my dad and I began to bring in our luggage and place it in our grandparents 3-storey house in the middle of nowhere. Everyone began to mingle in the living room whil John decided to find his grandfather’s computer to check in with his girlfriend. He found and turned it on but to his surprise his girlfriend wasnt on so he wrote her a short e-mail and left to go back upstairs.
When dinner finally arrived John’s father and grandfather had made an amazing barbecue dinner, ribs, wings, steak and even a couple of burgers along with an amazingly tasting potato salad that even my mother had to give a compliment to my grandmother for her effort.
After dinner John helped out with the dishes and they all began to play cards except my grandmother who seemed to be making some mittens.