I remember this ice cream. I was eating it while walking with you in the park. In my memory, at that time the sky was bright, sunshine burnt my skin, and the air was so hot. I feel like frying egg. The heat motivated me to buy a bubble gum taste ice cream. You didn’t like the ice cream so you bought guava juice. I love guava juice. Was that the reason you buy the juice? To make me regret buying the ice cream? I remember your naughty ice, as if in triumph for making the right decision by buying the juice.
I miss that moment. Let’s go on vacation again. We should give an appreciation for us who have worked hard to survive live.
Note : This story is part of my 90 days writing & drawing challenge.