It stunned me for a few seconds when on my random research; I stumbled upon a picture of my childhood—until now—sweets. A flash of memories struck my present and occupied my rainy nighttime. I never got enough with this sweet. Probably the whole family’s favourite, including our mother.
The sweet is milky white, chewy, and thick. A clear thin edible filament rolled around the cylinder-shaped sweet then wrapped in its recognisable logo wrapper. I reminisced, Mum used to buy them in kilos and kept them in a hidden place so we, the children wouldn’t jeopardise our tooth health. Each day, Mum only allowed us to consume five pieces, which definitely not enough, but nothing we said or did could break her decision. As more mature I became, these sweets remain one of my favourites. They held my nostalgic childhood.
As for the last time I had these sweets with my mum was the end of summer in 2018. Just she and I, we spent the afternoon watching a movie in the cinema. We bought these sweets to accompany us during a 90-minute film. And, no, Mum didn’t limit the sweets.
A flash of light and a roaring thunder awoke me and brought me back to my night. I sat at the kitchen table. In my hands was an unopened sweet and a warm tear streamed down my cheek, as an In Memoriam album opened.
The sweet is milky white, chewy, and thick. A clear thin edible filament rolled around the cylinder-shaped sweet then wrapped in its recognisable logo wrapper. I reminisced, Mum used to buy them in kilos and kept them in a hidden place so we, the children wouldn’t jeopardise our tooth health. Each day, Mum only allowed us to consume five pieces, which definitely not enough, but nothing we said or did could break her decision. As more mature I became, these sweets remain one of my favourites. They held my nostalgic childhood.
As for the last time I had these sweets with my mum was the end of summer in 2018. Just she and I, we spent the afternoon watching a movie in the cinema. We bought these sweets to accompany us during a 90-minute film. And, no, Mum didn’t limit the sweets.
A flash of light and a roaring thunder awoke me and brought me back to my night. I sat at the kitchen table. In my hands was an unopened sweet and a warm tear streamed down my cheek, as an In Memoriam album opened.
