For me, when I was young, we can only eat an ice cream aside from the dirty ice cream in the area when there’s a celebration in our relatives. I’m born not with a silver spoon but one thing for sure we can eat an ice cream within a year since we usually invited when there’s a celebration our relatives house. In addition, the boss of father usually invited us when they have a celebration in their house.
When I studied college and I lived in a civilization place and our school is near in a 7/11 convenience store, if I saved some extra money from my allowance, I could afford to buy the most affordable ice cream in the convenience store.
Typically, I bought an ice cream when I’m stressed and felt demotivated or when I had some small achievement.
But now that I’m an adult and can afford to buy commercial ice cream, I will buy it anytime without reason.
Just like what happened today. This Saturday, I was bored, and it seems that it’s been a long time that we did not buy ice cream. The funny thing was you had many cravings when your budget was limited.
I tried many ways not to attend my cravings but my husband when he heard that I wanted to buy an ice cream, it prints on his mind, and he would not accept a reason not to buy today.
So, before we took our dinner, we went to the nearest store that sell a commercial ice cream. The first stop was a bakery store, I wanted to take photos in the area, but I was disappointed when I saw the chest freezer that they had no ice cream displayed. I forgot to take pictures of the bakery.
Then we went to sari-sari store, and I saw they have lots of ice cream displayed. I wanted to buy the rocky road flavor yet when I saw the combination of rocky road and double Dutch, I decided to buy it.
Nowadays, we eat an ice cream because we wanted to, and no celebration needed.
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Writer: Maureen S. O.
Photos owned by my husband: Paul Vincent M. O.
