It was my job to make the table look pretty for the guests..using the special plates, glasses and candles while my mother sang along to the music in the kitchen making the pies and stuffing and bread. It was also my job to dust all of the wood furniture in the house...to this day, I can't stand the smell of lemon because of the long hours of inhaling Lemon Pledge on my hands and knees. ;)
Then the family would arrive and the wine would start to flow, putting my parents in even better moods. It was during those moments that I felt "normal". This was how it was supposed to be all the time. I wish it had been.