The Guava Tree

“No, grandma, I’m good. Thanks though.”

I said this about 5 times over the past 20 minutes, but she was still persistent. She had a guava tree in her backyard, and would always offer me a huge plate of perfectly sliced fruit whenever I came over.

I had come to take this plate of fruit for granted. One day, it wasn’t there anymore.

I have come to realize that I will become more familiar with goodbyes as time goes on.

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