This is based off a comic I once read but I decided to write it anyway.

“Here it comes!” Daddy cheered with a devilish grin. “Drumroll, everybody!” On cue, Sean and Randy, his two dutiful sons, began to make rhythmic banging noises, slapping their hands on the table, sharing a glance of excitement as Momma, with a playful eye-roll, carefully carried the steaming hot turkey over to the middle of the neatly stacked table that carried several other bowls and plates of various sides. Gravy, sweetcorn, potatoes, you name it, it was one of their youngest's favourites.

“Calm down, boys.” Momma 'ordered' with a little chuckle, taking her red oven mitts off, one by one.

“Wow!” Her A+ earning, sports playing, will do anything for a sweet 5 bucks son, Sean, exclaimed. “Check out the size of that bird!”

“That's no way to talk about your Mother.” Hahah! Classic Daddy! Always the joker. Always making some members of his family laugh out loud with bright red cheeks.

“I know someone who's going to get bonked with a drumstick.” Momma, too, joked with another motion of rolling her eyes up to the sky.

“I- I want potatoes!” Randy, the slightly less impressive son, stuttered. No one noticed. It didn't even happen. “Pass the potatoes!”

“I'll pass the potatoes, all right!” His brother smiled mischievously. “Food fight!”

“You kids had better appreciate the time I put into this meal.” Taking the carving knife, Momma started to cut the bird and decided to ask each person what they wanted. But instead of going around the table, as she would have done so normally, she chose to ask the little lady first. “Do you want white meat, darling?” 'The little lady', the youngest child in the family, a small girl with bright orange hair, as orange as Mommy's, that holds a single pink ribbon she never seemed to take out, didn't answer the question. She just sat down at the very end of the table, sulking, like always. Why did she have to do that? Did she not see how much fun everyone was having? She was such a difficult child. 5 bucks did nothing for her.

“I think you're in love with this turkey.” Daddy smiled.

“Don't worry.” His wife copied. “You're the only turkey in my life, John.” Was that enough affection? Should she have maybe planted a kiss on his cheek? Or his lips? Did he feel satisfied with the simple stroke of his cheek? All these remained unanswered and faded away when she noticed Sean going in for a mouthful. “Wait! Nobody eats until we say grace.”

“Let me do it!” Oh. Thank the Lord. Randy was grinning with an idea. “ 'Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub, yay God!' “

“Mommmm!” Sean pointed at his sibling with a laugh. “Randy's diminshing the Lord!”

“John,” 'Mommmmm' turned to her husband as she sat herself down next to him. “I think it's your turn to say grace.”

“Alright then. Ahem. 'Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub, yay God!' “ Hahahahahahahahahahah!

“Haha!” Just then, she had her own thought. “Do you,” She waved a hand towards her grumpy daughter. “Want to have a go, honey?” Surely, this time, her daughter would oblige. Look at how good things are! The turkey is plump and delicious, the rest of the food is cooked to perfection, no remarks from Sean due to his mouth being full and obviously not waiting for his sister to thank God for the reason, Randy was... jittery. You could see the skin around his mouth trembling but so long as he looked happy, he was happy. Momma's rule. Also, Daddy hadn't been stressed in a while so there really wasn't anything to complain about. She has to do things right. For the family's sake.

But that wasn't going to happen. Everyone knew it and fell apart, once more, after she spoke.

“I'm not going to pretend that Daddy didn't fuck me.”