Her: The icy air kissed my face as I stepped out of the car in my home town, Volcano. Lush green foliage rustled in the breeze, and I pulled my sleeve down to cover my wrist, which stung a bit in the restless cold. My brothers stumbled out of the car after me, following my lead as I led the way to the 2 story white house in front of me, the home I grew up in for 13 years. My cousins bustled around me as I entered the canopy in front of the house, and I ignored my aunties that babbled non-stop over a menu sign that they were in the process of hanging. A sense of routine that was drilled into me for about a year demanded my legs to carry me into the house, up those 15 stairs, in search of my aunty and uncle who we called Mama and Papa.
Her: Once I found them, I greeted both with a polite hello, and went to seek refuge alone. I found comfort with being alone, curled up on a chair downstairs, embracing the cold and the sense of solitude it brought. My thoughts kept drifting back to Don, and although he hadn't messaged me that morning, I was still a bit happy. I bit my lips to keep back a creeping smile, and cuddled with the pillow beside me. It was a while before the carnival started, beginning with a graduation acknowledgment for my baby cousins who were coming out of preschool and kindergarten. I smiled, and clapped for all three of them, though my mind wasn't really in it. My attention was still stuck on Don, his sweet words, our conversations. I couldn't get his face out of my mind; it was like he was stuck to me like glue. Funny thing was, I didn't find it so appalling. I actually felt comforted with the fact that Don was on my mind 24/7.
Her: Once the graduation finished, the games could begin. However, the teenagers were required to help out with manning the gaming booths, so I volunteered to take care of the bean-the-cans game. Several children came up to play my booth, crying out with shock when they beaned all of the bottles and cans down. I congratulated them before giving each child their winning tickets and sending them off. Hours passed before the teens were able to go and play games, and once that time came, the teens rocked those booths. All of us gathered around this one game where you had to swing a string with a ball attached to each end around horizontal poles that were spaced out by height. The higher the pole, the more redeeming tickets you could win. In no time, I had gotten 200 tickets, and I was determined to get a monkey mug I seen as a prize. My cousin got the mug for me while I was still playing a game, and I paid her back, taking my mug back to the car in a sense of victory.
Her: That whole day, I laughed, smiled and felt so happy. No more was the plaguing memories of my ex and what happened between us. No, now there were pleasant thoughts of euphoria, sweet chocolate and the beguiling Don.