The popsicle fiasco

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Amidst all the chaos, I completely forgot to share this hilarious, drama-filled episode from our lives. 😊

With the change in his taste buds, the only thing he could truly relax and enjoy was a popsicle.

You must be wondering what's so funny about that?

When we stopped visiting people and avoided gatherings, everyone started wondering what was going on and would occasionally drop by to check on us. Whenever there was a discussion about food, he would always mention his craving for popsicles.

We started exploring different flavors that he might enjoy without any hassle. The kiddo gang would visit different stores, hunt for flavors, and even argue over which one to buy. They turned it into a sport, something they could do for their Uncle/Mousa.

One fine afternoon, he had asked my dear friend to bring a pack of one particular flavor.

We were at the hospital, and within the blink of an eye, she vanished into thin air! Wondering what had happened, I found out she'd rushed out because she'd forgotten the popsicles and wasn't ready to get yelled at. 😂

All our hit-and-miss attempts at finding the perfect flavor came to an end when one of my cousins' families brought home a completely different variety. The glow on his face, the satisfaction, his reaction and that look he gave us, made each one of us feel as though all our previous efforts had failed.

From then on, whenever anyone visited, they were sent a picture of the exact popsicle along with the store details so they could pick up the right one for him. I'm just glad he enjoyed every bit of it.

There are so many more memories like this that now feel like chapters from a book. I'll share the cookie story soon❤️



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