A Moment In The Park
On my way home, I felt the car pulling me toward a nearby park, and I gave in, drawn by the promise of solitude. I settled onto a wooden bench, watching the world move around me. In the distance, children laughed and darted about in a game of tag, their carefree joy spilling into the air. For a brief moment, I was carried back to memories of my brother and me—days that were simpler, untouched by the weight of adult burdens.
A Moment In The Park
Bittersweet Memories
Watching the kids run and laugh tugged at something deep inside me, pulling up images of my brother and me chasing each other through our own carefree days. The resemblance was almost uncanny, and I couldn’t help but smile wistfully as the memories washed over me. They were bittersweet—reminders of youth, of freedom, of a bond that time could never erase. For a while, it felt as though time itself had paused, leaving me adrift in the echoes of the past.
Bittersweet Memories
