As I hold it in my hand, this tiny fruit brings back so many
memories. The bumpy nature of its peel feels much like the textured walls of my
first home. Its canary yellow exterior
calls to mind The Man in the Yellow Hat, one of my favorite characters in the cartoons
of Curious George. The aroma of the
slices now hanging from my glass of tea, reminiscent of one of mother’s all day
cleaning sprees. Though sour to the palate,
its taste brings a smile to my face as I remember convincing my brother that
its flavor was similar to an orange.
Though the events occurred so long ago, they linger on in the minds of those
that shared them, stimulated by everyday items, like a simple lemon.
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