Lily Zhu Sweet ReliefEvery soul on Earth craves for it on a boiling hot summer’s day. Eight-year-olds on playground swings chant, “I scream, you scream, We all scream for ice cream!” What do we all find so fascinating about this wondrously sweet delight? After all, It melts once exposed to the warm, humid air. It does not Cool me down. I continue, unwillingly, to fume uncomfortably. I squirm in the suffocating environment; I long for the sweet, chilly desert. Yet I know it will not comfort me. Observing the children on the playground, now chasing each other wildly in a game of tag, I can’t help but wonder how they can stand it. Oh, that’s right. The ice cream truck is on its way.
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