Not having any immediate family close by, we have often been the guests of friends for Thanksgiving. At one of the gatherings, the youngest daughter (who was about 18 yrs old at the time) of the hosting family, Angela, asked me if I would please get a jar of olives. I went to the pantry, which was in another area of the house, and found what was needed. When I came back into the kitchen, Angela was staring at me. I stopped in my tracks wondering what the problem was. She said “You knew where the olives were without having to ask me!” I said yes, I did, didn’t I? She smiled at me and said, “Family.” I smiled back at her. It was a very happy Thanksgiving.