I was walking hand in hand with my dad since he promised to get me ice cream if my grades where up and I did that at the end of the term so it was pay day so I had to stick to him to the ice cream shop, with excitement building with each step, The bell above the door jingled as we entered, and the sweet aroma of waffle cones and chocolate enveloped you.
My dad asked, "What's my flavor today?" I smiled after scanning the colorful options deliberating between strawberry and chocolate chip cookie dough Finally, i choosed my favorite, but my dad ordered sometime different from the cone he choosed the one in scratch rather than cone as he said I might not handle it properly in car and also got himself the same.
As you licked your scatech ice-cream , the cold, creamy texture melted in my mouth, and the sweetness danced on my taste buds, and i looked up at dad, and he smiled enjoying his own treat, Thid simple pleasure of sharing ice cream together created a moment of pure joy, one I'd treasure forever.