My mom and I were sitting at the table with my brother, and he was having a really bad day.

It was Thanksgiving.

It’s the last day of the school year, and we were in the middle of a full-on argument.

I was really angry and wanted to take his arm and shake him off, so I put on my big fat face mask and pretended to be a jerk.

My mom was like, “No, please.

That’s not the way to do it.

You have to just smile.”

We didn’t have any food in the house, so we didn’t need to make that choice, but that’s what I was doing.

And then, out of nowhere, the tears started to roll down my face and I started crying.

The next thing I know, I’m standing there in front of my mom and she says, “You have to eat your dinner.

You’re going to be late for your family reunion.”

I was like “Okay, I’ll eat my dinner.”

But when I came back, I didn’t even have a turkey.

And I started to cry.

So my mom was telling me that I should eat it because I had a Thanksgiving dinner and I needed to feed my family.

That was the start of the Thanksgiving episode that started me on my journey toward being the best Thanksgiving dinner I can be.