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On the roadside, an ice cream stand catches his eye.
Toshinori remembers arguing with Nana, teasing her, trying to convince her to try something other than vanilla.
“You can’t always get the same thing!” he’d protest as they waited to pay.
She’d ruffle his hair. “I’m a grown adult. I can do whatever I want.”
“Just try! I promise lemon pie gelato is just as good.”
A fond smile, a shake of her head. “Never. Only vanilla for me.”
Now, Toshinori approaches the ice cream truck. “I’ll have two scoops of vanilla, please.”
He doesn’t get anything else these days.