I’ll admit it. I haven’t been doing so hot. This hasn’t been my year, my decade, or even my lifetime. The truth is, I just don’t feel very good about myself or anything else really. I think I vaguely remember experiencing joy when I was four years old and watching Thomas the Tank Engine on my grandparents’ old boxy Toshiba, but I can’t be too sure because that was a while ago.
Well that all changed five minutes ago when my mom walked into my room with a bowl of freshly sliced fruit. Holy shit, the little poppable seeds in these kiwis are really hitting different rn! What a nice gesture from my mom. Completely unsolicited!
Hmmm, what’s that? A ray of sunshine coming out through the clouds. A sweet songbird humming melodiously through the window. This really could be a turning point for me. I know things are tough, and the fruit hasn’t changed that. But somehow, someway, these delicious chunks of pineapple and watermelon, hand-cut with mommy’s love and care, have offered me a slightly new lease on the whole situation.
I’m not saying I’m 100% now, but gee-whiz, this fruit is pretty god-damn tasty. Chomp Chomp Chomp. I have the best mommy.