A Reunited Thanksgiving
“Everything is ready for the best Thanksgiving dinner this family has ever had,” said Thankful Thomas, standing back and taking a proud glance at the beautifully set dining room table. The golden-brown turkey sat majestically at the center, surrounded by an array of colorful side dishes and steaming hot vegetables.
“It looks beautiful,” said Jocelyn, wrapping her arms around her father’s waist in a warm embrace.
“I’m a bit nervous,” admitted Dorothy, Thankful Thomas’ wife, her brow furrowed with concern. “Don’t you think we should have told Quincey her mother has been found after all these years?”
“I don’t think Quincey will care once we tell her I’m alive and well,” Jocelyn replied, her eyes shining with optimism.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and they all knew it was Quincey.
“Come in, dear,” said Thankful Thomas, rising from his seat to greet his granddaughter.
“Oh, it smells heavenly in here!” exclaimed Quincey, her eyes widening as she took in the delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen.
“Sit down,” said Dorothy, patting the cushion on the sofa beside her.
As Quincey sat down, her gaze fell upon Jocelyn for the first time.
“Oh,” she said, her voice tinged with surprise. “I see we have a guest for Thanksgiving dinner.”
“This is no guest,” said Thankful Thomas, his voice filled with emotion.
“I am your mother,” Jocelyn blurted out, her eyes locked on Quincey’s.
Quincey sat motionless, staring at Jocelyn in disbelief, when a hint of recognition struck her.
“Mom!” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “Is that really you after 22 years?”
“It’s me, baby,” Jocelyn said, sitting beside Quincey and enveloping her in a warm embrace. “I’m so sorry I was gone for so long.”
As they hugged, Jocelyn explained to Quincey about being abducted into a cult, drugged, and kept captive for all those years. Quincey listened intently, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
“And here we thought you ran away,” Quincey said, her voice trembling.
“I would never have willingly left you,” Jocelyn said seriously. “I love you with all my heart and soul.”
Thankful Thomas and Dorothy set the food on the table, and Jocelyn and Quincey continued to reacquaint themselves with each other. As they sat down to eat, the room was filled with laughter and conversation.
“I have to say this is the best Thanksgiving ever,” Quincey said at the end of the meal, her eyes shining with happiness.
Everyone agreed, and they were all one big happy family, getting to know each other all over again.
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