the round gift


i grew up in rural utah near the goosenecks of the san juan, ninety years ago. my family was self-sufficient except for trips to the reservation general store.

my most anticipated present on christmas morning every year was the orange i would find in my stocking. so delicious. but one year the orange was larger than usual, and yellow.

mom explained it was a grapefruit. she cut it in half and sprinkled powdered sugar on it. i carved all the little segments free with a paring knife and ate them with a spoon.

sister to the orange, just as magical.

for Friday Fictioneers

5 Responses

  1. A precious story. Small treasures are always best.

  2. It’s such a soft story. The nostalgic narrator seems full of warmth as she/he narrates her past. Great!

  3. A magical tale pulled from the heart. Just lovely.

  4. That is such a beautiful memory/story! To think that something so simple could actually make a child happy! Where did that go?

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