A Thanksgiving Miracle?!

CREATIVE FICTION

Hello there, pleased to meet you. My name is Andrew. I’m 47 years old, although friends say I can pass for a guy in his late 30’s.

Sitting beside me in the car is Sophie, my wife. She has no age.

Snoring at the back are Stef, 14, and Ronnie, 12.

This annual drive is the longest we, as a family, will be in the same room. We’re on the way to my parent’s for Thanksgiving. We’ve been doing this every year. . .ever since parents invented ‘guilt’.