Pierre basked in the admiring glances he received for his recent triumph, "Change Day". A day where the citizens acknowledged the flaws of their old community and the consequences, a day where the citizens would vow to persevere through the pain and join together for the better good, to change. The day dedicated to accept the challenges and to accept the struggle lying ahead. Pierre fought day and night for this day, the day that marked a new chapter in the Community. Pierre satisfied with his accomplishment sauntered through the streets to his beloved family of five.
"Dada," little Aba shouted with delight. Pierre's usual apprehensive expression turned to one filled with glee as he picked up his daughter and threw her up in the air.
"Look Dada," Aba instructed while pointing at a peculiar wooden board. Sled, muttered Pierre. On the sled was a fruit of some sort, an apple, attached with a red ribbon. The sled looked disfigured. Pierre peered closely and he saw it, on the sled was a word, beautifully carved, Remember.
