I REMEMBER

She always says that she does not enjoy reading or writing poems. But her in-class 20-minute writing assignment is surprisingly impressive and she is undoubtedly endowed with great creative writing potentials. Her teacher gave her a 10/10 score for this work. So proud of my daughter!

I REMEMBER

by YA

I remember coming home and smelling the spices bouncing in the pan. 

And looking at my bedroom wall, watching how my father`s fingers dance in the hollow light, casting stories upon us in the late, dark night.

I remember hearing the silent footsteps of my brother trying to sneak out to catch the last glimpse of the Disney Channel.

I remember biking in the park with my best friend, remembering the dreams and plans we made that melted way, to something different and new.

And my grandpa sneaking books to me when I was two, even if I would tear the presents after, even if I didn`t mean to.

I remember drawing all over the walls because we ran out of paper, remembering the huge yellow elephant in the living room and how mad my mom was.

And every summer I would go on the balcony and use our 10-year-old telescope trying to find a constellation - I never did, but my dad would join me and that was worth it.

And I remember my grandma yelling at my dad and I to get in from the balcony because of the cold weather.

I remember going to a fair with my family with tickets in my pockets and ice cream in my hands.

Absorbing the beautiful summer sun, and racing my brother to the bumper cars, waiting in the long, painful line, both of us betting on who`ll win, but that was yesterday.

October 2016