At the end of a long walk we entered a ice cream parlour.We joined a queue of young and old waiting to chose their flavour.I looked at the menu ,though i knew what i would chose.It had a list of unknown flavours but i settled for the one which i was familiar with.I looked at my friend with the pride of having decided.My friend was still looking at the menu.Was my friend also pretending to chose from the list?
Suddenly i heard a gentle voice.I smiled back at the person and chose two scoops of my favourite flavour.We then took a seat at the parlour to continue our talk.In the middle of the talks i was watching the people around us.There was a little girl talking in a low tone to her parents.Her parents eyes were fixed on her.The girl was happy for she was heard.Her parents were happy for they could spend some time with her.Next to them was seated a old lady.The hat on her head suggested that she lived in great times but the icecream in her hand showed her sweet childhood.
I wondered if life lies in these wonderful moments.I looked at my friend and my friend smiled back at me.
