The best holiday

 I really  I don't know what is my best holiday in my life, but I remember one special and very strange. It's the holiday when my dad come to my house for the first time. I remember when he got out of the car with a present. I remember to the ride in the car and the rainbow in the horizont. The house, my grandparents, my cousin, my uncle. I return to the memories very clearly: the games, the dialogues, my sensations, the nervous, the strange happiness. But there is something that I don't remember: the faces. For example of my grandmother i just remember the white hair, the voice but not the face. Decapitated bodys. That holiday was the last I saw them.