{"id":5875,"date":"2025-01-03T04:30:00","date_gmt":"2025-01-03T04:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=5875"},"modified":"2025-01-03T04:30:03","modified_gmt":"2025-01-03T04:30:03","slug":"the-mothers-of-a-couple-turned-thanksgiving-into-a-living-hell-for-their-newlywed-kids-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/5875","title":{"rendered":"The Mothers of a Couple Turned Thanksgiving Into a Living Hell for Their Newlywed Kids \u2014 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Two stubborn mothers arrive at Thanksgiving with their own plans, sparking a rivalry that fills the kitchen with smoke and tension. As surprises unfold, the family faces one unforgettable holiday where tempers flare, loyalties are tested, and a last-minute twist reminds them of what truly matters.\n

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Thick, dark smoke swirled through the house, making it hard to breathe. Kira coughed, struggling to take in air as she pressed her hand over her mouth. Her other hand protectively rested on her pregnant belly, and she glanced at Michael with wide, anxious eyes.\n\n

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They moved cautiously toward the kitchen, where the thickest smoke seemed to gather. There, like two children caught in the act, stood Margaret and Rebecca, each looking as startled as the other.\n\n

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Their faces were smudged with black soot, their eyes wide and guilty, while the oven door hung open, revealing a turkey charred beyond recognition.\n\n

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\u201cWhat is going on here?!\u201d Michael yelled, his eyes darting from his mother to his mother-in-law, then to the smoky kitchen around them.\n\n

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\u201cThis old woman\u2014\u201d Rebecca started, pointing an accusing finger at Margaret.\n\n

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\u201cOld woman? Look who\u2019s talking!\u201d Margaret interrupted, her voice sharp as she crossed her arms.\n\n

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Rebecca glared. \u201cIf you hadn\u2019t barged in here\u2014\u201d\n\n

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Margaret shot back, \u201cBarged in? You\u2019re the one who can\u2019t cook!\u201d\n\n

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Their voices grew louder, words tumbling over each other, turning into a mess of jabs and shouts, each trying to talk over the other. Insults flew back and forth as if they\u2019d forgotten anyone else was there.\n\n

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\u201cPlease, stop,\u201d Kira whispered, clutching her belly, but they didn\u2019t hear her.\n\n

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Kira winced, feeling a sharp pain. \u201cStop! I\u2019m in labor!\u201d she yelled, her voice cutting through the chaos.\n\n

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Both women froze, their faces stunned. Then, suddenly, the turkey burst into flames in the oven. Margaret and Rebecca shrieked, grabbing towels to fight the fire, while Kira moaned in pain, and Michael stood there, helpless, eyes wide in shock.\n\n

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Margaret drove up to her daughter Kira\u2019s house, feeling a spark of excitement. She held a fresh-baked pie on her lap, proud of the surprise she had planned.\n\n

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Without calling ahead, she parked, stepped out, and walked up the front steps, smiling at the thought of catching them off guard. She knocked firmly, and before long, Michael opened the door, blinking in surprise.\n\n

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\u201cMargaret\u2026 what are you doing here?\u201d he asked, blinking in surprise.\n\n

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\u201cI decided to surprise you,\u201d Margaret replied cheerfully, holding out a pie. \u201cI thought a little treat might be nice.\u201d\n\n

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Michael took the pie, glancing back toward the kitchen, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. \u201cThanks, Margaret. Um, come on in.\u201d\n\n

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Margaret stepped inside, slipping off her coat, and instantly heard voices from the kitchen. She paused, recognizing the tone of Rebecca\u2019s voice. With a raised brow, she followed the sound and found Kira seated, listening as Rebecca talked in her usual, commanding way.\n\n

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Rebecca was in mid-sentence, her words calm yet firm. \u201cIt\u2019s important to establish good habits early. Babies need a routine, structure.\u201d\n\n

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Margaret felt a surge of irritation. \u201cWhy are you bothering my daughter?\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca looked over, blinking, and gave a tight smile. \u201cI\u2019m just giving her a little parenting advice.\u201d\n\n

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Margaret scoffed. \u201cParenting advice? And what do you know about raising kids?\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca\u2019s smile vanished. \u201cExcuse me? Your daughter is married to my son, after all. I think that gives me some right to speak.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cOh, well, apologies accepted,\u201d Margaret said with a dry laugh. \u201cThough I recall your son didn\u2019t even know how to wash his own dishes when he started dating Kira. I had to teach him myself!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cHow dare you!\u201d Rebecca snapped.\n\n

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Michael stepped into the kitchen. \u201cPlease, calm down. Let\u2019s keep things peaceful, all right?\u201d\n\n

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Kira gave a tired sigh. \u201cThere will be a little baby in this house soon,\u201d she said softly. \u201cWe want a positive atmosphere here. No fighting.\u201d\n\n

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Margaret nodded, sitting down at the table. \u201cYou\u2019re right, Kira. I want the best for this family. And, well, since we\u2019re all here, even if some people weren\u2019t exactly welcome\u2026\u201d Her gaze shifted pointedly to Rebecca. \u201cWhy don\u2019t we talk about Thanksgiving? I\u2019ll make my signature turkey\u2014\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca cut her off. \u201cActually, I was going to suggest we celebrate at my place this year.\u201d\n\n

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Margaret\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cWe celebrate at my place every year. It\u2019s tradition.\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca crossed her arms. \u201cTraditions can change. I\u2019m tired of sneezing from your silly cat.\u201d\n\n

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Margaret raised an eyebrow. \u201cBetter to have a cat than to celebrate in a snake\u2019s den.\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca\u2019s voice rose. \u201cWho do you think you are?!\u201d\n\n

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Kira sighed heavily, covering her face with her hands. Michael gently patted her back. \u201cI think we should celebrate here this year,\u201d he offered quickly.\n\n

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\u201cWhat?\u201d Kira blurted, surprised.\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019ll be fine, Kira. I\u2019ll help you with the cooking,\u201d Michael assured her.\n\n

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Margaret shook her head. \u201cI don\u2019t think that\u2019s a very good idea.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s better than all this arguing,\u201d Michael replied.\n\n

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Kira nodded wearily. \u201cHe\u2019s right. My head is pounding.\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca softened a little. \u201cAt least let me help. I can make the turkey.\u201d\n\n

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Kira sighed. \u201cFine.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cBut what about my signature turkey?\u201d Margaret asked, hurt.\n\n

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\u201cJust this once, Mom,\u201d Kira pleaded.\n\n

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Margaret paused, then gave in with a nod. \u201cAll right. For you, Kira,\u201d she said, though a secret plan was already forming in her mind.\n\n

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On Thanksgiving morning, Margaret rose early, her mind set on her plan. She was ready, having spent the entire week gathering the perfect ingredients. She packed up her turkey, herbs, spices, and everything needed to create her well-loved recipe.\n\n

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She carefully tucked everything into a basket and drove over to Kira and Michael\u2019s house. She knew Kira and Michael were out, so there was no time to waste.\n\n

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She reached their front door, taking out the spare key Kira had given her, meant only for emergencies. But today, Margaret felt this was important enough.\n\n

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As she stepped inside, she paused, listening. A muffled noise drifted from the kitchen\u2014pots clanging, cabinets closing. Margaret froze, her mind racing. Kira and Michael\u2019s car wasn\u2019t outside, so it wasn\u2019t them.\n\n

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Her eyes darted around, and she spotted an umbrella by the door. She grabbed it firmly and walked toward the kitchen, her heart pounding. She raised the umbrella as she peeked inside.\n\n

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There, bent over the counter, was Rebecca, elbows deep in turkey preparations. Margaret stopped short, barely holding back from swinging the umbrella.\n\n

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\u201cAre you completely insane?!\u201d Rebecca shouted.\n\n

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Margaret glared back. \u201cI thought you were a burglar! What are you even doing here?\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca crossed her arms. \u201cKira gave me permission to cook here. But what are you doing here?\u201d\n\n

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Margaret calmly set her basket on the counter. \u201cI\u2019m here to make my turkey.\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca scowled. \u201cThat wasn\u2019t the deal.\u201d\n\n

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Margaret smirked. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong? Afraid mine will taste better?\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca narrowed her eyes. \u201cWe\u2019ll just have to see about that!\u201d\n\n

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The kitchen was soon filled with the sounds of clanking pots and muttered complaints as Margaret and Rebecca worked side by side, each determined to make the best turkey.\n\n

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They bumped elbows, snatched spices from each other\u2019s reach, and exchanged pointed glares. Margaret sprinkled her herbs, pretending not to notice when Rebecca nudged her arm slightly, causing salt to spill. Rebecca hummed loudly, ignoring Margaret\u2019s muttering about \u201crookie mistakes.\u201d\n\n

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Finally, Margaret finished her turkey, carefully placing it in the oven with a triumphant grin. She noticed the irritation in Rebecca\u2019s eyes but ignored it, brushing her hands off as she headed to the living room to relax.\n\n

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After a while, a strange, burnt smell filled the air. Alarmed, Margaret rushed back to the kitchen, finding Rebecca desperately waving a towel, trying to fan away thick smoke billowing from the oven.\n\n

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\u201cWhat did you do?!\u201d Margaret shouted, glaring at Rebecca.\n\n

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Rebecca crossed her arms. \u201cI didn\u2019t do anything! Maybe you don\u2019t know how to cook.\u201d\n\n

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Margaret stormed over to the oven, eyeing the controls. She noticed the temperature had been changed. \u201cYou did this! You\u2019re trying to ruin my turkey!\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca leaned in with a smirk. \u201cI didn\u2019t touch it. If it\u2019s ruined, it\u2019s your own fault!\u201d\n\n

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Margaret pulled open the oven door, only to be hit by a wave of thick, black smoke that poured out into the kitchen. She coughed and squinted, trying to see through the haze.\n\n

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There, in the center of the oven, was her turkey\u2014charred to a solid black lump. It looked nothing like the golden masterpiece she\u2019d imagined.\n\n

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Moments later, Michael and Kira walked through the door, both stopping short at the smoky mess. Instantly, Margaret and Rebecca began shouting, each blaming the other.\n\n

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But suddenly, Kira doubled over, clutching her belly. \u201cMichael\u2026 it\u2019s time!\u201d she gasped, gripping his hand.\n\n

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As Michael guided Kira to the car, Margaret watched, her heart pounding with worry for her daughter.\n\n

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\u201cTake a cab,\u201d Michael said firmly. \u201cI don\u2019t want either of you stressing Kira out with more arguments.\u201d With that, he helped Kira into the car, then got in and drove off without waiting for their reply.\n\n

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Margaret huffed. \u201cWell, we can take my car.\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca nodded, looking tired herself. \u201cFine, let\u2019s go.\u201d\n\n

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When they arrived at the hospital, the nurse informed them that only Michael was allowed in the room with Kira. Margaret and Rebecca found two chairs in the hallway and sat down, an uncomfortable silence stretching between them. They fidgeted, glanced around, and avoided each other\u2019s eyes.\n\n

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Finally, Margaret cleared her throat. \u201cI think we need a truce,\u201d she said quietly. \u201cWe almost ruined Thanksgiving, and if Kira hadn\u2019t gone into labor\u2026 well, we would have ruined it for her.\u201d\n\n

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Rebecca nodded slowly, her face softening. \u201cI agree. I don\u2019t want my granddaughter thinking her grandma\u2019s a nutcase.\u201d She paused, then looked at Margaret directly. \u201cSo, peace?\u201d\n\n

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Margaret nodded, extending her hand. \u201cPeace,\u201d she repeated.\n\n

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Rebecca took her hand, giving it a firm shake.\n\n

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Just then, Michael stepped out, smiling. \u201cYou can see your granddaughter now,\u201d he said, motioning for them to come in.\n\n

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Both women leapt up, hurrying to the room. Inside, Kira lay on the hospital bed, smiling, with a tiny bundle cradled in her arms.\n\n

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Rebecca leaned over, her eyes filling with tears. \u201cShe\u2019s beautiful,\u201d she said softly.\n\n

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Margaret nodded, reaching out to touch the baby\u2019s tiny hand. \u201cAnd she looks like both of you,\u201d she added with a smile.\n\n

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A nurse walked in, carrying a tray. \u201cDinner for the new mom,\u201d she announced, setting it on the bedside table. \u201cSince it\u2019s Thanksgiving, we went with a holiday-themed meal.\u201d The tray held slices of turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, and green peas.\n\n

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Margaret chuckled. \u201cLooks like we\u2019ve got ourselves a new Thanksgiving tradition.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cNo way!\u201d Kira exclaimed with a laugh. \u201cI am not going through this every year!\u201d\n\n

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Everyone burst out laughing, and though it wasn\u2019t the Thanksgiving they\u2019d planned, it was the one they truly needed.\n\n

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If you enjoyed this story, read this one: When Rick returns to his small hometown after his grandmother\u2019s passing, he inherits her old bookstore\u2014a place full of memories from his childhood. But as he starts cleaning, he uncovers hidden secrets about his grandmother\u2019s life that change everything.\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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