Mom and Dad said it was time for Thanksgiving, but I was a little confused because I’ve been hearing Christmas music all month. The mall has Christmas trees, and snowflakes, and reindeer decorations – Mom and Dad said that’s because they don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in Romania.
Grandma came to visit us, and everyone I know who lives here from America was really excited about the feast coming up. Mom bought a green pumpkin that’s bigger than me; when she scooped it out it was orange on the inside and she put it in a pie. All day, I smelled chicken cooking (because Mom and Dad couldn’t find turkey anywhere), and Dad kept mashing up apples to make cider. I don’t know what those things taste like, but they sure smelled good.
