my grandmother gave me a half watermelon (it’s enormous) to bring home. marching my way, holding the watermelon on my hand, my thoughts were full of it, so excited, imagining myself eating the juicy watermelon, it’s too tempting. and sharing it with my family would lessen the satisfaction.
my pace suddenly stopped and turned to another path straight to the river, found the right spot, sat and stared at the watermelon… without second thought, i devoured it like a hungy wolf… after finishing almost half of it, and i couldn’t eat more. conscious of what i did, i felt a pang of guilt, poor watermelon, i could never bring it back with me, so i threw it on the river… and walked home peacfully…
when my brother saw me, he was angry, why i was so dirty, my face was so red with watermelon juice and so was my t-shirt… i simply said, grandma gave me large portion of watermelon and so hungry i ate it so fast…
the secret became a secret, nobody knew what i did….
but my late father deeply knows that i’ve the penchant of eating and not sharing… he would always tell me, ”you know what, when you eat alone, and your food is poisoned, you’ll die alone and lonely.”, instantly, i would page my sister and my brother, divide my chocolate and gave them each portion larger than mine, and i would tell my baby brother, “don’t ever dare try askin, it’s for orgres only.”
