Thanksgiving under Thursday

A Story by Abishai100

Man narrates his challenged holidays-'25 and how Earthling (American) life finds wrought 'hyperbole' for things of (conscious) think.

A nice Thanksgiving fiction. Thanks for reading!

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"It was Thanksgiving, and I had no money and no outlook for things optimism after I lost my job and my Wall-St. trade crashed and found me and my mail-order-bride and adopted baby impoverished in spirits; and I had to cook up some kind of miracle 'consciousness' as an American Catholic immigrant/citizen/man. I got us 3 small plates of modest but season's reflective food-items, one in baby-food form of course."

"My wife had a dream of becoming a NY-fashion model woman, but after this disaster during Thanksgiving, nothing seemed possible in that direction. We just wanted a normal/overground holiday meal for the 3 of us, for our nuclear family, in this new Selfie time of things of worries and vertigo complementing a consumerism/media convenience Earth-era of stories and know about everyday-lifestyle sanity jitters (e.g., 9/11)."

"I knew I wanted the right-stuff eats for my nuclear family now suddenly struggling; and my wife, mail-order-bride from Africa, a modest/amateur artist, found a nifty beauty-image of a baby which she printed and laminated pre-Thanksgiving and one that'd become our meal-table prayer image card for things of Earthling 'know' field goals. This was miracle-quest for the holiday-'25 season for me (Selfie-like!)."

"Friends, I consider myself a normal Catholic-American immigrant/citizen of this great and fortunate Homeland of things of resilience and records. However, I suddenly felt like a 'stat' of one of those jitters events of transcendence Americans endure, like 9/11. Here I was, broke and sad, and I had to find a small-miracle 'consciousness' for my nuclear family of great home-lifestyle reflection just for Thanksgiving. We managed the miracle, the 3 of us, and it was because we put our bodies together for a thermal-prayer (sure). What I learned was that despite my younger days as a race-car driver, I'd become more a pensive Catholic-man (Slovak-Algerian American immigrant/citizen) thinking about how to provide other humans something more than just entertainment and competition (Facebook-like!)."