January 19, 2017

After reporting about a bird without an owner performing at a street intersection, our local news channel headline stated that too many shoes were being sold. One of the images of a street vendor happened to depict my father browsing the merchandise, which I pointed out on the television.

The three of us were heading out soon but my mother kept walking in and out of her room while switching handbags. My father asked what the holdup was and apparently what bag she was going to carry was dependent on what movie we were going to watch at the cinema. She complained about how some movies gave her headaches. My father reminded her “didn’t I say pepper and mint [would help for headaches]?”

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We were playing a first-person competitive maze Wii game that was an adaptation of some 90s film. All of the cut-scenes were fast-forwarded as we entered each new room. Those that ran ahead were at a disadvantage as they were less likely to notice when someone found something of interest. One of the players had noticed that there was an exit in one of the side-rooms that led out of the maze, to the hotel. The three of us snuck out the door, unsure whether or not to retrieve the person who was in front of us. We decided against it when we heard his screams from beyond the walls and closed the door.