Grapefruit

There may be another reason, now that I think about it, why I like grapefruit so much. In one of my earliest memories, I was a young child, quickly approaching the last piece of grapefruit. My mother peeled it for me, pushing the little jewels of grapefruit apart and saying to me, "晓天, look, a flower."

So every time I'm on the last piece of grapefruit, that memory always twinges in my mind, and I always make a flower from that piece. I guess eating grapefruit reminds me of her, of one of the few memories--however vague and fuzzy--I have of her and me, and it makes me joyful to remember her love for me.