Transforming Anticipation into Celebration: A Family Reunion Tale

Every year my papa's side of the family collects for a household reunion at my god-mother's home. My god-mothers home located far out in the warm, dry, deserted neighborhood in dirty Lemon Grove, where my household expects the grand occasion about to be revived when again, but I wasn't looking forward towards the event. With my friends and family about to be reunited with each other, each relative is attempting not to discover how long the last kilometer will take. The trees along the roadway appear to crawl by slower as my dad pushes his foot gently down on the gas pedal.

I was being in the vehicle, with the windows sealed and the air-conditioning blowing in my face, my ideas going through my mind reminiscing about ins 2015 collecting.

With a gentle sigh thoughts went through my mind telling me that it'll simply be for today. I wasn't looking forward towards our reunion so I quietly beinged in the cars and truck and kept quietly to myself, counting down the hours to counting the minutes, down through the seconds.

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Second by 2nd, inch by inch, gradually through each mile we finally approached the long waited for destination.

We lastly got here at my god-mother's home understanding that the long journey is over. I was simply considering the drive back to my home. My brother or sisters and I, each took a huge breath as we march onto the crispy yard hearing that crackling turf walking towards the door. The air was dry and damp, which created a sticky, dripping sweat down my spine.

I was making my way toward the gloomy, wood, front door, brightened by all the designs she had plastered. As I open the door and enter a home full of cheek pinches and hugs, a selection of sweets and bake products smell engulfs me, and makes my mouth water.

As I greeted everyone with a simple, "Hello", I hear voices laughing, talking, and asking, "Who is at the door?" In the next 2nd as I glanced into the family space, all seventy of my family members are offering me there greetings and gladly welcoming us into the home with more hugs and pinches. As my family and I are quickly made comfortable, I took a look around and made my escape to the back yard hoping that nobody would discover.

I walked towards the other side of the door, leading into the kitchen. The aroma of the sweet baked goods caught my attention. As I walked through the glass, sliding door, one of the tables had a cake full of colors of edible ribbon intertwined, forming thin swirls. Layer after layer, each smaller than the last, stacked up. The cake stood on display, rotating on a type of turn table. The white frosting glistened, almost sparkling until only a tiny cake the size of ones hand remained.

Purple and pink frosting connected by the ribbon, circle the entire display, shrinking as they neared the top. Sugar, white and in small sand like granules, dusted the dessert titled "Do Family Reunion 2001." Next to the cake there was a table with plates full of pastries, Asian desserts and fruit juices that lightly penetrated the air filling up the entire house as the family socializes with each other. The constant murmer of the voices, serves as a background for the music. My cousins, nephews, and nieces were running, making their laps around the living room, while playing tag and laughing to their hearts content.

I walked back into the family room, making my entrance, I hear a voice saying "My have you ever grown up!" I turn to my left and stood up to address my complimenter but annoyed feeling like a little kid. I just smiled and crowded myself on the couch with cousins watching television quietly. The rest of the night carried with war stories, games, and family reminiscing about past memories in Vietnam as I sat quietly flipping through the television, yawning, falling asleep.

My god-mother got everyone's attention and everyone was seated at the large oak table with crazed looks upon their faces. Everyone was eager to devour whatever was set before there eyes as each family member was tempted by the tantalizing smell of the vast amounts of goods presented to them. My mind goes blank, almost like a sudden amnesia, as I started to dig into the delicious plate of delightful treasures, and then find myself in a daze lying on the couch, back to square one watching television again.

I wasn't really looking forward to the reunion but everything made up for the wonderful presentations and great sweets we got to enjoy. Each year's reunion hasn't changed except for the different, delicious dishes that my god-mother makes. I just get so fascinated with her talent and what she can do in the kitchen. Next year for our family reunion, I won't be so negative and just be delighted about the reunion and all the great food that will be served to me. I will have a better attitude and not making it a "have to" than a "want to" and take advantage of every enjoyable moment at the reunion as a family and make the best out of it.