Emma sat in her corner rocking chair in her parents cabin. Her grandparents had been asked to help set up at bakery here in America, and Emma had gone with them. Today was a very special day for two reasons: Today was Thanksgiving, and Mama and Papa would be coming sometime to share a special meal.
Emma had been sewing a Christmas sweater for her black stuffed cat her mother had made her. "Now, no peeking, Sable," Emma told her, placing her mittened paws over her face. She had worked steadily throughout the morning, but now the smells of turkey, cranberries, mash potatoes filled the air, Emma's stomach was growling.
"Emma?" Grandma poked her head into the living room from the kitchen. "Could you bring me a medium-sized pumpkin from the field? I need one to make dessert." Emma's small chair creaked as she stood up, setting her knitting needles aside. "Yes, Grandma. Come on, Sable."
Clutching her toy tightly, Emma stepped outside, taking a deep breath of fresh air. She loved the cozy cabin, but she was glad to get out of the warmth. As she headed to the field, she noticed the sky was already a dusky orange color.
Emma grinned as Grandpa's neighbors cats slept or wandered throughout the pumpkin patch. They were having their own Thanksgiving dinner! Emma sat down on one of the pumpkins, watching the sun a ball of orange in the sky. She loved watching the sunset from the field and she wanted time to think what she was thankful for.
Emma had two brothers, Hugo and Louis. Hugo was the oldest, and Louis was so cute with his baby teeth coming in. Midnight came to curl up on Emma's lap, and as she stroked the cat's fur, she wondered how her cats, Ginger and Spice were doing, and she was thankful for them too.
But the thing she was most thankful for was her parents love and support. Emma wanted to take care of animals, even though she knew she would be the future Ladybug some day. Emma admired Mama and Papa, for their love story hadn't been a easy one. Villains trying to tear them apart, and facing akuma day in, day out.
"Hey, its my little Bugaboo!" Emma looked up from her daydream, shielding her eyes from the setting sun. There stood Mama and Papa, her family, on the edge of the field. Emma felt a rush of joy go through her and she ran across the field as fast as her short legs could carry her.
There was hugging, kissing, and crying. "Oh, my Emma!" Marinette hugged her daughter close. "We've missed you!" "I've missed you too," Emma said, holding their hands. "Which is why this Thanksgiving I'm thankful for my family who I love most in the world."
"But you still love pumpkin pie, don't you?" her father asked, his kind eyes twinkling. "Oh, I need to pick out a pumpkin for Grandma!" "We'll choose one as a family," Marinette decided. "And Emma?" "Yes, Mama?" "Happy Thanksgiving!"