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On Thanksgiving Day, Monroe could only think of Rosemary. He listened to the sounds of his mom and sisters toiling in the kitchen as they prepared a Thanksgiving feast of turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, gravy, dinner rolls, scalloped corn, and multiple side dishes—too many to count.
The house was warm and moist because of all the simmering pots on the stove. So much so, the windows fogged over and dripped condensation. The aroma of baking turkey seeped into every room, tantalizing the entire family.
Finally, Esther called everyone to the table for the late afternoon meal. The whole family chatted and laughed as they gathered around, squeezing together closely in an effort to fit every member in. When they were finally seated, the talking hushed until the room became filled with silence. Even the smallest children sensed that it was time for prayer. Instead of saying let’s pray, as he usually did, Joe cleared his voice and began to speak...
Just as the meal came to an end, a knock sounded on the door. Monroe stood up before anyone else could move.
“I’ll see who’s here,” he announced. He didn’t know if the others suspected what was on his mind. He didn’t care. His heart swelled with hope, expecting to see Rosemary’s sweet face. He pulled open the door and there stood...
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One of three Amish Thanksgiving stories in,