And somehow, through a nine-year-old girl, a strawberry shortcake bar, and the familiar music of an ice cream truck, he reminded me that some memories don’t disappear.
They simply wait for the right moment to come home.
And somehow, through a nine-year-old girl, a strawberry shortcake bar, and the familiar music of an ice cream truck, he reminded me that some memories don’t disappear.
They simply wait for the right moment to come home.