My Fondest Memory

Memories...most of them I would like to forget. It’s not that I have had a bad life, but a wound always leaves a scar and we can’t help but remember the pain whenever we look back. Still, there are some moments that I can remember vividly that are moments of pure joy. They are of course mostly memories of blissful childish happiness.

My fondest moment is the moment I saw the joy on my mother’s face when I told her that I was top of my class. I was nine years old. Her pride, and the happiness that shined on her face made me feel special in a way only a child could feel.

I truly miss her smile, and I would give years of my life just to see her face the way I saw it that day.