Quinn's stupid grin is still plastered on his face as he opened the front door and stepped out. Even when he was already on the driveway and managed to reach the sidewalk on the other side, he kept looking back at me. And stupid me too --I didn't leave the front door and watched him walked back to his house. Ugh. I think I'm falling for him. Hard and fast.
Around six-thirty in the evening, my parents and I made a sit-down dinner. Our first Thanksgiving celebration together as a family -- well, and a first for Dad and me because we don't have a Thanksgiving holiday in the Philippines. There are fourteen public holidays in total back home, and none of them says like today.
"How about we all say what we are all thankful for?" Mom said. "Who wants to go first? Rach?"
I smiled at them. "Okay
