It's been nine months... Nine months since the last time I ate a McDonald's in the airport with my brother. Not only that, it's been one year since the last time I ate McDonald's fries. If you're asking why didn't I eat the fries in the airport then keep reading. Everything will make sense.

It was winter vacation, I was visiting my maternal grand parents that lived in another city. I was walking with my mom in the mall to buy the groceries, when I felt a strange but friendly cold breeze pass through me. I looked beside me and got shocked before this enormous bright red place. A brief look at it brought me uncountable flashbacks of old good times before the pandemic hit. Making me remember something important, I knew this place. I couldn't help but tighten my fist from the wrath, "How could I have forgotten? How could I be this cruel?"

The memories of an innocent child going out with his family to have a great time in this place were passing through his eyes, the good memories made him smile. But it didn't last long when a horrible memory appeared, he was reminded of his biggest sin. He'd forsaken this place... But it wasn't his fault, he couldn't leave his house! "I wanted to come back, I was going to come back I promise! How was I supposed to know you'd die? What could I have done?"

But what help would it bring regretting past actions over and over again, right? I recovered my composure and stopped my mom. I had my memories back, all the pain had come back, but I didn't care about it, I just paid attention to all the happy moments we'd shared. With that, I stood straight and with a firm but calm voice I uttered, "Yo want a hamburger?"

It seemed on my mind like if the mall was divided in two dimensions, the exterior of this food shrine had a dull, gray and depressive atmosphere. But just stepping in brought me into this noisy, full of colour and enjoyable place. I thought, "Our past mistakes don't matter now, I'm back." Tasting this juicy, mild and full of flavor hamburger along with these perfect crusty fries made me feel emotions I hadn't had in a long time. I was alive.

That time, I promised I'd be back before returning to my place, because I wouldn't have any more opportunities there. But I failed. While waiting for the airplane to arrive I couldn't help but torture my mind over and over again, "I'm the worst alive human being on this planet." But it couldn't end like this... I didn't want to leave things without a proper farewell. I got up and said to my brother, "If we're fast, we can still make it in time bro. You with me?" We walked from one corner of the airport to the other, for just one hamburger with fries. Each step I took was full of determination and love, I believe I could even hear the floor cracking. We succeeded but still... we fail.

The time was not in our side. it was still morning we couldn't order the fries nor soda. We had to eat with orange juice and something strange that seemed a big potato. That was the last time I saw it.

That's all I can for today, I wanted to end this post in the correct way but tbh this has been the hardest post I've written so far. My mind can't any more. Thanks for your corrections and see ya.