This is a bona fide account of something that actually happened, written for your education.
For most human beings, at least, spring is a time of remembrance. You remember warmer weather. You remember the flowers you’d forgotten you’d had. You remember the way rain feels and sounds and you remember the pair of shorts tucked away in your closet for the past four months. But you forget a lot, too. Some of the things you forget about, like hot chocolate, is taken personally. Very personally.