Nomati

Stepping out of the car, the taste of popcorn still lingered in my mouth. The night air was cold, but I still felt warm from happiness and excitement. The church in front of me was a silhouette, lights softly creating contrast of bricks and glass, and as the car behind me pulled away, I walked forward, excited to find my family so I could tell them about my night. At first, I waited outside, walking along the stone separators in the pathway. I sat on the edges of the flower boxes; I wandered around until my arms were growing cold. Finally, I was impatient enough to go inside, and try to find my parents. I could hear the murmur of the voices