Night had fallen, and a thin, chilly air spread beneath the dim yellow lights lining the entire street.
From the kitchens of every household, the faint glow through the windows carried the rich aroma of delicious turkey.
Thanksgiving dinner was one of the meals Americans valued most throughout the year, much like the Spring Festival in China. On Thanksgiving, no matter how busy they were, thousands upon thousands of people reunited with their families to enjoy a lavish holiday dinner together. The food for this meal was far more abundant than usual, and turkey was an indispensable part of the table.
"Screech—"
Alex braked in front of the garage and looked toward the deep blue roof in the night. Through the window, he could faintly hear Aunt Merri bustling about and calling out as she prepared the feast.
A slightly cold breeze brushed across Alex's face, bringing a trace of chill. Maple leaves on the ground skipped along like flames.
Alex silently looked at the doorway. For some reason, he did not want to go inside or see his sister, especially not that cold expression she always put on. It irritated him.
Before he was fourteen, Alex had gotten along quite well with his sister. Having lived two lives, how could he possibly not know how to get along with a little girl? But after he turned fourteen, he truly did not want to see her anymore and wanted to stay far away from her.
As it happened, she was dissatisfied with him as well, and the rift between them only grew wider.
Until they became like strangers whenever they met.
Once the garage's rolling shutter slowly rose, Alex drove his silver-black motorcycle inside, parked it, slipped the keys into his pocket, closed the garage, and headed for the front