In the early morning when the first pink clouds appeared in the sky, you woke me from my slumber. You put your fingers to your lips, and we snuck out the back door.
The morning dew covered the melons with beads of moisture. They were cold and wet. You picked up a few and thumped them to see which were ripe. We narrowed it down to two and you let me choose.
It had to make the right sound, a deep hollow sound and you knew the inside would be red and juicy. You took out your yellow handle case knife and sliced it in half, then cut a crescent for each of us. We sat on the damp ground of the watermelon patch spitting seeds, faces sticky with juice. Just Dad and me, no words said, none needed.
You should never hesitate to embrace the spontaneous moments that happen in life. They cannot be planned; they happen as they happen. Cherish these moments. They are life’s rewards, our memories that last a lifetime.
These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance. I hope they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind, lest they be forgotten
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