Hot summer

Hot summer

The ice cream just belonged to her childhood. Whether it was a summer on a bathing place with a grandfather in their village, or a carousel and a pilgrimage with their parents, or Friday's popsicles on the way out of a school party that received a reward that lasted all week in school. Even though it was seldom the taste of a frozen delicacy, mostly bumbling or only exceptionally in the hot summer months, she could not get rid of the memories of her young years, whether it was good or bad times, when eating this delicacy.
Good and bad
Among those good would include Grandma and grandpa, the two cousins with whom she spent most of her preschool years, maybe a father. It was worse with her mother. She was not a balanced man, and had not the power of maternal tendons, so it was obvious that none of the children would create a relationship with her.

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