Friday, July 15, 2011
A majority of children grow up being told by their parents that they are “special” – “one-of-a-kind.”
Thursday, July 14, 2011
This is Marabelle d’anjou. And she. is
How they met is a sweet story, really. But let’s have marabelle tell it.
It was a normal morning in the supermarket. The produce section, chatty as usual, was going through the normal rundown of incoming fruit that day. Someone mentioned Clementines were being brought in, and I thought to myself, those Clementines, so fickle. You never know if they’re sour, sweet, or have just plain dry personalities. They vary so drastically one to the next.
Later that day, the anticipated Clementies rolled in on the cart and were placed right next to the pear pile. That’s when I first saw him.
We talked all through the night. Laughing. Telling our deepest, darkest secrets.
The next day, word came that a new shipment of pears were to come in. I was scared. Harvey and I’s love affair would be cut short. I would leave and
Later that night, through my suppressed sobs, I heard a faint whisper coming from the Clementines. It was
So we did it. Off into the night we rolled. Never looking back.