Remember To Forget

Chapter 7- My Surveillance

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10 Minutes Later....

The taxi driver stopped in front of the park. Zayd paid him double as promised, and bought a bouquet of flowers before walking in. He handed me the flowers to hold for him so I gently placed it inside the picnic basket I was holding.

There were happy faces all around, most of which were parents and their lovely children. Going for a picnic after a very long time made me remembered when I was little, we always had picnics. Just me, dad, mum and Zayd.

Then, my family and I, spending time together, like a family should. When my father would yell...

“Picnic Time!”

I would always run to my room. I would get on my pretty denim dress and I would force my thick black hair into two neat buns. My Daddy would always smile as I walked out, like a model in my tiny black shoes. He always praise me for my beauty and attitude. Dad would say...

“You see, darling? Just like your mum, You are my little model!”

He would pick me up and tickle my chin. I always laugh as he carries me to the front door of the house. We lived in the city at the time, so we lived in a small house.

The memories wouldn't ever fade from my memory. Then, mum would always smile, my chocolate brown skin, as was a beauty to behold.  She carried a home weaved basket, made of the finest grass and covered in flowers. Inside were her homemade goodies. Crispy fried chicken, plantain chips and for desert her sweet apple pie.

I reminded Zayd about all of this as we walked along.

"I wouldn't forget those times too." He reminded me.

Zayd looked at his phone again but there wasn't any miss calls or messages. The he sailed her number.

"Hello, where are you?" His voice was so calm, no one would ever imagine he paid double just to get here on time.

"I'm at the gate. Are you in already?"

"Yes, I'm waiting on the bench behind the green stream. Let's meet there, okay?"

"Okay," She replied at the end and cuts the call.

"She'll be here soon." He tells me nervously.

I rolled my eyes at his stupidity and mumbled a 'whatever... Na you sabi!'

"Remember, we always came here with dad's car?" I brought up again.

"Yes, of course. How would I ever forget." Zayd replied me.

"Daddy would start the car and start driving. Then, car always moved slowly at first, but it would then speed up." I muttered, gazing up at the clouds, wondering if they were more than just water.

"Dad always buy mum flowers." He continued. "Back then, I always wondered if the clouds were just giant cotton balls, that floated up into the sky. I would also look at the scenery, watching as other busy families having fun, and cars of the city disappeared behind us and nature took it's place. I noticed every little detail. How every little ray hit the grass, how each butterfly landed on each flower and how each blade of grass swayed at the gentle touch of the wind." He said lovingly as he held my hand. Our parents memories were so precious and beautiful.