MUSHY MEMORY

On March 24, 2015

by FLOR

I walked into the house. That smell…
I know it. The smell of boiled vegetables
with creamy sour-cream and sauce. That mushy
memory.

~Flashback~

-Happy birthday!
-Thanks!
-Why aren’t you happy?
-I just miss dad.
-Don’t worry he’ll be here … eventually.
-Ok I guess

~5 Minutes later~

-Cake time!
-Can’t we wait a little longer?
-I think you’re gonna like this one said my dad
-yay!
We ran to my dad.
He came back… from New York. He was there for about 2 years.
-Well lets go eat some tamales, said my dad.
We sat down and ate tamales together.

~Back to the Present~

I started walking into the living room.
My eyes were getting watery. My mom asked
-what’s wrong?
-Nothing, I said.