An Apple—and Laughter—a Day
Apple for you, miss?”
I am attending a friend’s wedding, and while running errands, I decide the day is passing too quickly. I stroll down to the beachfront. A young boy is selling fruit. He presents a shiny apple from their apple trees and invites me to visit the fruit cart his mother tends.
“I care for apple trees and oranges,” he says with a smile. The woman behind a beautiful fruit cart smiles at me.
“I am Ben. I am named after my father.” I smile and shake his hand after he pronounces my name five times; I break the news to Ben that I am the first in my family named Dixil. At the cart Ben’s mom selects fruit for me.