Memory Lane: The Good Times
Jane tried to divert conversation by reminiscing about her childhood spent with her father. Do you remember the treehouse that you built for my son? Her father smiled. “Ofcourse, you insist on painting it bright rose.” Both laughed.
The room filled up with warmth and laughter for a brief moment. This was a stark contrast from the tension which had previously prevailed. This brief moment of calm was a reminder of happier, simpler times.
