In following lines, I discuss the most memorable day in my life.
I was in the neighborhood pharmacy with my Dad, looking at cards for the upcoming holiday while he filled some prescriptions. "Dad can you buy me this card?" I exclaimed. In my hand I held a Valentines Day pop-up card that opened to reveal a racecar. Tailing my dad's short leather jacket I begged him to buy this neat card, it seemed to me like a new toy that I would refuse to leave the pharmacy without. Not surprisingly my father denied my request several times, his reason being that if he bought me the card it would not be a surprise and he was logically correct. Then after a few more minutes of begging he finally gave in and agreed on the condition that I act as If it were a surprise when I opened it in front of my mom and sister. I was so happy and fixated on that card that I uttered somewhat of a yes as we walked up to the counter. My father paid for the card and we left the store. On Valentines Day I would feel loved by everyone. On that day, I was looking forward to obtaining the card that I had picked out from my father. I would receive cards and money in the mail from my grandparents.
My close friends and I would exchange secret valentines with little gifts we had made ourselves. This was the one and only day that seemed to bring everyone together no matter how much you hated someone. It seemed as If there was a chemical in the air that helped to embed smiles to each and every person's face. That special day ...