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It felt like a strange question but it was also something she never truly considered. To her, it had seemed that favorites were something that was always available, never denied to someone when they wanted it. "I guess I never really thought about it. Having a favorite of anything wherever we went meant knowing that I wouldn't have it again unless we went back. which we didn't so I think I kept myself from having favorites. We never lived in one place so I didn't really develop what I thought were favorites until now." Perhaps she always had favorites and never knew it. Never let herself have them because she wasn't allowed. Then as she kept traveling she just felt safer not having any, having favorites means ways for people to find you faster, do you want to be found? Jennifer's words always reverberated in her brain. A subconscious she would never escape.
"Yeah," a sad sigh came to her at the thought of that first Diwali, a bittersweet memory but a smile came to her face when she thought about Mexico. A place that held more good than bad memories. "Of course! And chocomil and licuados. I remember the first time I was handed one I was a little confused as to why it was in a bag but for some reason, it just seemed to make sense," she chuckled. "But by the time we left, I missed them. Besides New York, that's the place where I spent the most time. When was the last time you went? Did you know that the central library at UNAM has the biggest collection in all of Mexico?"
"That sounds amazing. I can't say that I've had the honor of trying these sno cones out. Will have to take an adventure out there sometime. Hopefully, they have a tamarind one." The thought of sno cones made her think of raspados, which were all too wonderful. It being ice and flavors, it was the only thing that Jennifer let her indulge in during their time in Mexico, not wanting her to get too big for what she needed her to do. The story that he shared with her added to the new happiness that sno cones would bring her, a perfect treat to end a perfect day. " Reading in the park, museums, sno cones. Sounds like a perfect day What's your favorite?" She asked Jack. "Maybe it might be my new favorite."
"How would you classify it as then, if not a favorite?" It seemed Liz had lived an interesting life. He leaned his back against the counter on the other side as he held his son in his arms and made sure he didn't choke on the chip. It was nice to be back with family. Things had gotten back to a semi normal territory and for that he was grateful. Having Liz was a nice addition and kept him from crawling back into his own head, a place he'd lived in for a few weeks.
"Diwali at thirteen? Wow." He had to smile as he remembered how in Mexico there were a million types of way to eat one type of dessert. "Did you ever have the soda in baggies when you were in Mexico?" His culture was one that still fascinated him and was truly proud of. Even if his only tie to it was from his mother.
Jack giggled and hid his face against his father's neck becoming shy once more. "Sno cones," Jan said as he knew that was an answer his own son would share. "We still go get some when we're sad or happy or need a pick me up. It was the first thing we as kids craved when our mom died. Our dad would take us out every Sunday as a group. It was his day off from work and he'd do whatever we wanted. My sister took the first activity. That was usually reading at the park, my brother took taking tours around the architectural areas and I chose museums. After that we'd get sno cones to end the day. Have you tried the ones on Kauai Island?"