Stephanie McNew

New Hope

Diary Entry: Corrinne Bailey November 26, 2065 Today is Thanksgiving. Well, not really. It would have been Thanksgiving in the Old World. My mom always made the big meal the best. The house would start smelling of turkey, yeast rolls, sweet potatoes, and spices early in the morning and last all day until dinner was served. The aroma was heavenly. The memories are there; but fuzzy. I remember smells more than I remember actual events. I’m pretty sure the house was full of people, and we laughed and ate until we couldn’t anymore.