Thanksgiving with William was alright. It didn’t have the same feeling and excitement I am used to. Instead, I felt strained. I tried to capture the cheerful feeling of the occasion but it was forced.
I cooked for most of the day but William did not say anything about the meal. It hurt me a little. I suppose his mind is on more important things. I would have liked it if he had tried to make this day special for both of us since he will be leaving very soon but he didn’t. Except for the meal, it was like any other day.
I cried - It made me so happy!
This entry was posted
on Friday, November 27, 2009
at Friday, November 27, 2009
and is filed under
The diary of Elizabeth Whetherby - A Historic Fiction
. You can follow any responses to this entry through the
comments feed
.

