Holidays in my family were a very big event, especially Thanksgiving. I used to cook everything: Turkey, stuffing, ham, pot roast with vegetables, rice, gravy, candied yams, collard greens, potato salad, macaroni salad, banana pudding, dinner rolls and 30 sweet potato pies. My beloved son, Jamal Singleton, would steal a pie out of the window where I had them cooling and eat the entire pie. Then he would come in the kitchen and say, “Mom can we cut a pie,” mind you all of the evidence was on his face from the pie he had already eaten. All I could do is laugh and say, “Baby bring me a pie out the window so I could give you a piece.” All of my family and my kids friend would come over and eat. I haven’t made a holiday meal since my son was killed. My son loved the holidays because he knew I would cook everything starting the night before. Holidays will never be the same for my family and me again. It just doesn’t feel the same anymore, it just feels like another day.