My Holiday

On the first day of break, not the first day of the week, but rather on the first weekend of the week; I started off by laying on my bed. I didn’t do much aside from playing and beating my favorite games, which included Sekiro: Shadow’s Die Twice, and Dark Souls III; which I will delve into in a bit.

Saturday afternoon, I had asked my mother when we were going to prepare all the ingredients and food for the holiday, “When I can,” she said, to which I became anxious for, but until then I was stuck loitering around. When it came to my family, nothing was more exciting than my little niece who became very energetic in the late morning (the same time I usually awake from bed).

Her voice was always on the border of being spiriting and annoying all at the same time, and she would pick up on weird things; much to the dismay of my older sister, her mother. An instance would be when she put a small towel in her mouth as well as mine, and waved her head around! My sister screamed at me, telling me that “she’s not a dog.”

After that, I dispiritedly returned to my room, not before getting breakfast of course. When I finished eating eat while watching a short comedy video on Youtube, I turned off my phone and hopped into my chair to play some games on my Playstation. I started a new character prior to this, so I started my journey midway into game, but that did not mean I couldn’t change my already set stats.

From a powerful warrior wielding a Bastar* Sword infused with Heavy Gems, to an abrasive cleric who weaves his power of faith into something that hurts, rather than heals; but one class that I was really excited for was the sorcerer who could shoot out a large array of spells and hexes.

When I wielded my sword, I strode through the game, and spent a total of thirty six hours on that character; beating the game felt really nice until I realized that I messed up with a few quests.

Then I went on to play Sekiro for the fifth time, and I began admiring the models of all the characters, especially the main secondary character...everything about Kuro is so damn cute for a shotacon like me! So I took screenshots and moved on, as I knew that I was getting nowhere like that.

It felt really good beating every boss, because by the end I'm both mentally stressed and hiked up all at once, but it's still terrifying. Three health-bars, then four for the last one...by the end of it I began using every precious item that normal RPG hoarders never use in their playthroughs! By the worst by far were the 'Headless' mini-bosses, their skills slow your character down to a crawl, and they literally fist you to death!

Tuesday came around, which meant that both my mom and I would go to Costco and procure the necessary items there, but it didn’t end there. We went to other stores and malls, which included Walmart, FoodsCo., etc. Around the area where you buy the ham, she told me this after placing one into the cart, “There’s another one at home.”

“What,” I had said idiotically, in Spanish no less. “You heard me, there’s another one at home.”

‘Sweet,’ I thought, ‘I wonder if we can really eat all that much in four days?’

Next were the ingredients that would add flavor to the meat, as well as the packs for cheesecake, which I loved to an extensive degree! She likes to add pineapple on the ham every year, which is really nice, but the turkey...throughout my life, I don’t think she ever tried with the turkey.

The turkey sucks, like why would you make chicken but not fry it; I know that’s not how you eat or make it, but goddammit I swear it’s so bland whoever makes it!

The next day came and she told me to take out the ham, so it can thaw out for tomorrow; as she can’t inject anything in it if it was too solid. That entire day however I began hoping and wishing for so many things, such as a good turkey for once, but alas...my hopes dashed away the next day.

As my relatives came and we said our thanks, for our brothers and sisters who are still with us, to our grandparents that still live among us, we ate our food happy and energetically; except the turkey, which my uncle took greatly.

One serving was enough for my poor stomach, but the desert came in too much of a wave. Vanilla cakes with pineapple, with another as chocolate, and lots of cheesecake, to which I indulged in gladly.

As always, every year I drop something with these butter fingers of mine, and this year it was the soda bottle we brought for the party (thankfully we had way more than one); meanwhile the adults had wine.

My niece, as pretty cute as she was, had screamed so loud upon seeing our red drinks (Strawberry Fanta), that when my mother put her to bed, we all sighed in relief. Her mom, my sister, is really terrifying, so I don’t ever like to bicker with her.

As I went to brush my teeth and tongue, I gagged a little, but pulled through in the end; a lesson I took to heart that day was to never mix cheesecake and Squirt all at the same serving.

Friday strolled in like, “Look fu**in’ here,” to which we did, as did so many others a few days before.

‘Black Friday,’ a day where you’re favorite stores become a minefield of soccer moms and dads trying to find something for their kids; also normal people looking for deals. I was the latter, looking for a gift card to put money into to use later; because I can’t let my mom’s debit/credit card get stolen or hacked into.

When I awoke first thing in the morning, it was not to take a wiss nor was it to drop my package, but rather it was to eat and use the leftovers from the other day; a preparation meal for the battle that would soon commence.

My mom’s friend, who stayed over as everyone else began to awake and appear, said this to me, “Look who’s hungry first thing in the morning,” but as it was in Spanish, it sounded much more sassy and intimidating.

As the day went on until ten in the morning, all three of us, my mom, and her boyfriend, went to the battlefield known as...Walmart; Target was pretty empty in comparison, by the way. On the way, I felt so bad in the gut that my mind thought I needed to both throw up my entire stomach and organs, while also wanting to barf the liquid that I drank earlier in the morning.

Both did not occur, as I pulled through yet again. Reaching JCPenny, we noticed that there was practically no parking space for miles! When my mom saw an opening after a car left, her boyfriend said that the people before his have also been waiting for so long; we never got in.

Next at Walmart, I was dropped off directly at the entrance, because we learned from the last time that there was no point in trying to park there. I bought my card, games, and a new headset for whenever I feel like a scene is getting too “impactful” in my game; whenever a girl starts talking.

This is when I went to Target (literally right next to Walmart), and was faced with a situation...the pedestrian lights are not working? I looked at all the cars that stopped, then at the man in the car close to me, he did the same, and he nodded back; that’s when I knew it was safe to pass.

The day had ended, and I felt like I had succeeded.