The day was bright and shiny, free from the sticky, humid air I was accustomed to. The mood in the car was relaxed, as light as a feather floating. As I recall, it was Abba, Imma, and myself. My brother may have been there too, but if he was, I don’t recall seeing him in this memory. It was a very long time ago. It's one of my first memories; I was 2-3 years old at the time. Perhaps I didn’t know where we were going. It’s possible I was told multiple times, and even though I understood what was said, I didn’t fully comprehend, which is what I recall. I knew something of importance was being discussed days earlier, but I soon stopped paying attention as I didn’t understand most of the words being used. In the back of my mind, I seem to remember something like people talking about a particular topic as commonplace, yet I had no idea what they were talking about. It’s possible I had just woken up from a nap or had been asleep and was woken up by my Imma or Abba, which would accou
