FIRST PERSON | One of my most memorable Thanksgivings was back in 2001. It was a year of re-establishing family bonds that thinned due to being away from home.
My younger brother showed up and, right off the bat, there was an uncomfortable silence between us, and an underlying animosity of past dealings hovering over us.
Someone told us they wanted to take a picture of me and my brother together and we begrudgingly obliged. On a lark, my brother grabbed one of my mom's cherished tea cozies and placed it on his head like a hat. I instantly followed with a tea cozy of my own in the shape of a chicken.
The picture was taken with a round of laughter from the rest of the family; it has sparked laughter every year since, when the picture takes a nostalgic Thanksgiving trip around the social media train to all my relatives.
The most important part of this Thanksgiving story was that small gesture of family camaraderie. The photo reset the tone of the evening between me and my younger brother. We stay in constant contact now and look forward to seeing each other every holiday season.