Thanksgiving Drama: How a Newlywed Couple Faced the Ultimate Family Feud

The Mothers of a Couple Turned Thanksgiving Into a Living Hell for Their Newlywed Kids — Story of the Day

A rivalry that fills the kitchen with tension and smoke is sparked by two obstinate mothers who arrive at Thanksgiving with their own intentions. The family experiences a memorable holiday filled with surprises, strained relationships, and a last-minute turn of events that serves as a reminder of what really counts.

Breathing became difficult as thick, heavy smoke swirled through the home. Kira covered her mouth with her hand and coughed, gasping for breath. She looked at Michael with wide, worried eyes while keeping her other hand protectively resting on her growing abdomen.

The thickest smoke seemed to accumulate in the kitchen, so they approached it with caution. Margaret and Rebecca stood there looking as shocked as each other, like two kids caught in the act.

The oven door swung open, exposing a turkey that was so burned that it was unrecognizable, and their faces were covered in black soot, their eyes wide and guilty.

“What’s happening here?!” Michael shouted, looking from his mother to his mother-in-law and then to the smoke-filled kitchen where they were.

“This elderly lady—” Rebecca began, accusing Margaret with a finger.

“An elderly woman? Look who’s speaking! Margaret cut in, crossing her arms and spoke sharply.

Rebecca gave a scowl. “If you hadn’t stormed in—”

Then Margaret retorted, “Barged in? It’s you who lacks cooking skills!

As they tried to talk over each other, their voices became louder and their words tumbled over one another, becoming a jumble of yells and jabs. As though they had forgotten there were other people present, insults were hurled back and forth.

Kira gripped her stomach and whispered, “Please, stop,” but they were not listening.

A searing pang made Kira wince. “Cease! “I’m in labor!” she said, her voice piercing the confusion.

The two women’s faces were frozen in shock. The turkey then abruptly caught fire in the oven. Kira groaned in agony, Michael stood there, powerless, eyes wide in disbelief, while Margaret and Rebecca screamed and grabbed towels to put out the fire.

A Week Before…

Margaret was excited as she pulled up to her daughter Kira’s residence. Proud of the surprise she had prepared, she held a freshly made pie on her lap.

She parked, got out, and strolled up the front steps without calling ahead, grinning at the idea of surprising them. Michael blinked in astonishment as he answered the door after she banged hard.

Margaret… Why are you here? He blinked in surprise as he asked.

Margaret enthusiastically said, “I chose to surprise you,” while extending a pie. “I thought it might be nice to have a little treat.”

With a tinge of hesitancy in his eyes, Michael looked back toward the kitchen as he accepted the pie. “Thank you, Margaret. Come on in, please.

As soon as Margaret entered and took off her coat, she heard noises coming from the kitchen. She hesitated as she recognized Rebecca’s voice tone. She followed the sound with a raised eyebrow and discovered Kira sitting there listening to Rebecca’s normal authoritative speech.

Rebecca was speaking quietly but firmly in the middle of her sentence. It’s critical to form positive habits at a young age. Babies require structure and regularity.

Margaret was suddenly irritated. “Why are you causing my daughter any trouble?”

Rebecca glanced over and smiled tightly, blinking. “I’m just offering some parenting tips to her.”

Margaret laughed. “Advice for parents? And how much do you know about parenting?

Rebecca’s grin disappeared. “Pardon me? After all, your daughter is wed to my son. That, I believe, gives me some authority to talk.

“Oh well, I accept your apologies,” Margaret remarked, laughing aridly. However, I remember that when your son first started dating Kira, he didn’t even know how to do the dishes. He had to learn from me!

“You dare!” Rebecca lost her temper.

Entering the kitchen was Michael. “Calm down, please. Let’s maintain the peace, shall we?

Kira sighed wearily. She whispered, “There will be a little baby in this house soon.” “We want this place to have a nice vibe. Don’t fight.

Margaret sat down at the table and nodded. Kira, you’re right. I wish this family all the best. And, well, even though some folks weren’t quite welcome, we’re all here. She turned her eyes sharply to Rebecca. “How about we discuss Thanksgiving? I’ll prepare my speciality turkey—

Rebecca interrupted her. “This year, I was actually going to propose that we celebrate at my house.”

Margaret squinted her eyes. Every year, we have a celebration at my house. It’s customary.

Rebecca folded her arms. Traditions are subject to change. I’m sick of your ridiculous cat sneezing.

Margaret’s eyebrow went up. “Having a cat is preferable to celebrating in a snake’s den.”

Rebecca’s voice increased. “Who do you believe you to be?”

Kira covered her face with her hands and let out a deep sigh. Michael gave her a gentle pat on the back. With haste, he proposed, “I think we should celebrate here this year.”

“What?” Startled, Kira blurted.

“Don’t worry, Kira. “I’ll assist you in the kitchen,” Michael promised her.

Margaret gave a headshake. “That’s not a very good idea, in my opinion.”

Michael answered, “It’s better than all this arguing.”

Kira gave a weary nod. “He’s correct. My mind is racing.

Rebecca became a little softer. “Let me at least assist you. I am capable of preparing the turkey.

Kira let out a sigh. “All right.”

“How about my signature turkey, though?” Margaret inquired, in pain.

Kira begged, “Just this once, Mom.

Margaret hesitated, then nodded in agreement. “All right. For you, Kira,” she murmured, while she was already formulating a covert strategy.

Margaret got up early on Thanksgiving morning, determined to stick to her plan. Having spent the entire week assembling the ideal components, she was prepared. She gathered her turkey, spices, herbs, and all the ingredients she would need to make her beloved recipe.

She drove to Kira and Michael’s house after carefully packing everything in a basket. There was no time to spend because she knew Kira and Michael were out.

By the time she arrived at their front door, she had removed the emergency backup key Kira had given her. However, Margaret thought this was significant enough for today.

She stopped and listened as she entered. From the kitchen came a muffled sound—pots banging, cabinets closing. Margaret’s thoughts were racing as she froze. It wasn’t Kira and Michael because their car wasn’t outside.

She glanced around and noticed an umbrella at the door. With her heart racing, she took it firmly and made her way to the kitchen. She looked inside and lifted the umbrella.

Rebecca was hunched over the counter, elbow-deep in turkey preparations. Margaret hesitated just long enough to swing the umbrella.

“Are you completely insane?!” Rebecca yelled.

Margaret returned the glare. “I believed you to be a burglar! Why have you come here at all?

Rebecca folded her arms. “I was allowed to cook here by Kira. However, why are you here?

Margaret placed her basket on the counter with composure. “I’m here to make my turkey.”

Rebecca frowned. “That wasn’t the deal.”

Margaret grinned. “What’s the matter? Are you worried that mine will taste better?

Rebecca’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll just have to see about that!”

Soon, as Margaret and Rebecca worked side by side, both desperate to cook the perfect turkey, the kitchen was filled with clanking pots and whispered grumblings.

They gave each other sharp glares, banged elbows, and grabbed spices out of each other’s grasp. Pretending not to notice, Margaret sprinkled her herbs until Rebecca gave her arm a little bump, spilling salt. Margaret said something about “rookie mistakes,” but Rebecca ignored it and hummed loudly.

Margaret smiled triumphantly as she finished her turkey and carefully put it in the oven. She brushed off Rebecca’s hands and went to the living room to unwind, ignoring the annoyance in her gaze.

The air eventually took on an odd, burned smell. When Margaret hurried back to the kitchen in alarm, she saw Rebecca frantically trying to fan away the thick smoke rising from the oven with a towel.

“What did you do?!” Margaret yelled while scowling at Rebecca.

Rebecca folded her arms. “I took no action! It’s possible that you lack cooking skills.

Margaret rushed to the oven and peered at the buttons. She became aware that the temperature had been altered. “You succeeded! You’re attempting to spoil my turkey.

Rebecca smirked and leaned in. “I kept my hands off of it. It is all your fault if it is ruined.

As soon as Margaret opened the oven door, a stream of dense, black smoke erupted into the kitchen. In an attempt to see through the fog, she squinted and coughed.

Her turkey was there, burned to a solid black mass in the middle of the oven. It didn’t resemble the golden masterpiece she had in mind.

Shortly after, Kira and Michael entered the room, both of them pausing at the smoldering mess. Margaret and Rebecca started yelling at once, accusing one another.

Kira, however, jerked over and clutched her stomach. It’s time, Michael! She gulped and clutched his hand.

Margaret watched, her heart racing with concern for her daughter, as Michael led Kira to the car.

With firmness, Michael urged, “Take a cab.” “I don’t want any more arguments between you two to upset Kira.” Without waiting for their response, he assisted Kira into the car, got inside, and drove away.

Margaret sighed. “All right, we can use my car.”

Rebecca, who appeared exhausted herself, nodded. “All right, let’s go.”

The nurse told them that only Michael was permitted in the room with Kira when they first arrived at the hospital. Amidst an awkward stillness, Margaret and Rebecca located two seats in the corridor and took a seat. They avoided looking at one another, looked around, and fidgeted.

Margaret cleared her throat at last. Quietly, she stated, “I believe we need a truce.” “We nearly ruined Thanksgiving, and we would have ruined it for Kira if she hadn’t gone into labor.”

Rebecca’s face softened as she nodded softly. “I concur. I don’t want my granddaughter to believe that her grandmother is crazy. After pausing, she turned to face Margaret. “All right, peace?”

Margaret held out her hand and nodded. “Peace,” she said again.

Rebecca seized her hand and shook it firmly.

At that moment, Michael smiled and came out. He gestured for them to enter and said, “You can now see your granddaughter.”

The two women jumped up and rushed to the room. Inside, Kira was smiling and holding a small bundle in her arms as she lay on the hospital bed.

Rebecca bent over, tears welling up in her eyes. She whispered, “She’s gorgeous.”

Margaret reached out to grasp the baby’s small hand and nodded. She smiled and said, “And she looks like both of you.”

A nurse entered with a tray in hand. She placed it on the bedside table and declared, “Dinner for the new mom.” “We decided to have a holiday-themed meal because it’s Thanksgiving.” Green peas, mashed potatoes with gravy, and turkey slices were on the tray.

Margaret laughed. “It appears that we have a new Thanksgiving custom.”

“Not at all!” Kira laughed and exclaimed. “This is not something I’m going through every year!”

It wasn’t the Thanksgiving they had planned, but it was the one they really needed, and everyone started smiling.

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