A Cup of Hot Cocoa

I stared into the crackling fire, rocking in my chair and set my hot cocoa down on the small table by my side. A pair of curious eyes gazed at me with anticipation as I recalled the soup of memories and feelings of those uncertain times.

“It was a complete shit show back then.”, I finally said as I met her sparkling blue eyes with my own green eyes. Kimiko was quite used to my profanity, for which I was especially glad for tonight. Earlier, she had found an old dairy that I used to keep, and of course, as curious eyes do, she read what I had written all those years ago. I didn’t mind explaining my thoughts of a more youthful me to her. After all, she was my favorite niece. My only niece. And it was probably about time she learned about what really happened back then.