The ice cream cup

I regularly walk through crowds observing people's positions in many situations. I like to imagine what goes through their minds in those moments when they are with their gazes inside their mind as if looking at nothing but observing everything.

I couldn't take my eyes off this little girl as she held a big chocolate ice cream. I only looked at her for a moment but it was enough for me to dive into the past, just when I would go with my siblings to buy chocolate ice cream.

It was the favorite flavor of all of us. I remember on one occasion my older brother with all his affection invited us to have ice cream at a prestigious ice cream shop and all my brothers and I were so happy that we would be delighted with that exquisite flavor.

It was not so... when one by one of us began to savor our ice cream every one of us looked at our big chocolate ice cream bar with revulsion. First with a repulsive look and then with facial gestures denoting our displeasure.

It was a big cup of bitter chocolate ice cream... not a grateful taste for a child but my brother just wanted us to have a delicious ice cream in a very special place, not knowing that none of us had the palate prepared for such a strong taste.

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Unfortunately, it was the worst ice cream experience of my childhood. Having a big cup of chocolate ice cream in front of me in the shape of a nacelle and not being able to taste it, was a nightmare. My older brother, out of the respect he deserved, did not receive complaints or bad comments, but having let the ice cream melt little by little and not being consumed was enough to make him feel very bad.

He left us sitting at the table for hours thinking we would eventually consume it but we did not. He never took us to that ice cream shop after that.

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