Every year on my birthday, no matter how simple or small the celebration, there was one thing I could always count on—my granny showing up with my favorite chocolate-flavored ice cream. It wasn’t much, just a little tub of happiness in a cup, but it meant the world to me.
I didn’t grow up with my mum, so my granny became that constant figure who made sure I felt special, especially on my birthday. I can still remember her smile when she’d hand me that ice cream, her eyes twinkling like she knew it was the highlight of my day. It didn’t matter if times were tough or money was tight; somehow, she always managed to get me that ice cream.
It wasn’t just the ice cream that made me happy—it was the thought behind it. The way she remembered, the way she cared about the little things. She made me feel seen and loved, even in the smallest moments. It was those little gestures that made my birthdays unforgettable.
Now, every time I think about her, that memory comes back—the taste of the chocolate, her soft laugh, and the way she made me feel so happy in the simplest way. That’s one throwback I’ll hold onto forever, a reminder of how much joy can come from the little things.