“Oh sweetie,” Helen says, wrapping her daughter in a tight hug, “I wish we could do this every month.”
“Once a month?” Becca pulls back. “Dinner it takes a week to cook? Miserable airports and overbooked flights and fighting to get time off and spending money I don’t have to show everybody how much I love them and Uncle Ed’s never-ending fart jokes? I’d like to see you every month, but I think annual is too much even for yearly holidays!”
Every week, Girlie on the Edge hosts the Six Sentence Stories flash fiction blog hop. This week’s cue was ANNUAL. (And may I add that doing all of my holiday shopping while never getting off the couch is cause for celebration itself, for people like me who have a pathological dislike of peopling. Just finished mine online–booyah!)
99 Monkeys 
lol… surely there is an ‘Uncle Ed’ in every family? We have been fortunate in the small amount of external family (we have) being local and equally hypo-social.
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You’ve scripted an accurate depiction of an “annual” holiday for sure! So easy to get caught up in the hype of holidays, focusing on what it should look like, instead of what it should be.
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