The Annual Family (Dys)function

I burned the crescent rolls, and then her tears flowed... We knew they were inevitable, she was definitely on overload. Too many people in the house, and way too much commotion... “You brought a dish not on the menu?” Turned her tears into an ocean. “I’ll just scrape the burned part off,” evoked another muffled sob... “My dinner's ruined and nobody cares I’m just too old for this job.” “Think I’ll have a glass of wine, Care to join me sis?” Think we’re going to need it To survive this Thanksgiving bliss!” “I’m never doing this again I just cannot take the stress… Hosting a family gathering Causes me nothing but duress!” A year since then has passed My telephone starts to ring “Coming home for Thanksgiving dear?” “Of course, what should I bring?”