Thanksgiving || Self-Para
"I don’t think I saw ya eat anything.”
Theo winced. Of all people, he’d chosen to sit next to his chatterbox of an uncle.
"C’mon, don’t be shy!”
Before he could even protest, Uncle Ricky had begun piling artichoke on Theo’s plate.
All in all, Thanksgiving was like anything, alright, as long as Theo didn’t talk to anyone.
His uncle guffawed, mouth full of mashed potatoes. “You’re young! You can afford it. Let me tell you, once you reach my age, that’s when you gotta to start worrying about cholesterol and all that nonsense...”
An uncalled for remark bubbled in the back of Theo’s throat. But then his grandmother threw him a honey sweet smile and he sank in his seat.
“Yeah.” He managed to mumble instead. Luckily though, Theo’s mom had cut the conversation short.
“Have you seen your brother?”
"Oh, Henry’s such a good boy." Theo’s grandmother piped up.
"He’s been such a help in the kitchen. Strange how he disappeared all of a sudden."
Theo took one last bite of his dessert and rose from his seat.
“I’ll go look for him.”
Initially, Theo searched inside the house, and then outside. Just when he thought he’d checked everywhere, however Theo saw the old treehouse.
When he reached the top of the ladder, there he was, sleeping. Theo sat beside his twin in silence. Picking a leaf out of Henry’s hair, he smiled to himself.
Well, at least the pie wasn’t so bad.