After my bath, I hid in my room, hating how the day turned a complete one-eighty.
It would've been the perfect day, one of my best memories to be stored and revisited later on whenever I'm feeling down.
But it was all ruined now. I can never think back on my first visit to town, my first ever festival, without remembering how my grandmother singlehandedly destroyed that wonderful memory by taking away the gifts given by the people.
They were just objects. Souvenirs. Memorabilia. But they were very precious to me, regardless of their monetary value. Except for the treats, I was going to put them inside a special display case in my room to remind me of the people's feelings.
Especially the lei given by that little girl…
It makes me so angry and hurt thinking that they were thrown away just like that. It makes me even angrier at myself because I couldn't do anything about it.
And then I also had my first misunderstanding with Cece…
